All language subtitles for Commandos.Strike.At.Dawn.1942.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

[**]

Morning, Johan.

Oh. Morning, Erik.

Morning, Gunnar.

Morning, Erik.

How was your catch
last night?

We found the school
just where you said.

Above the point.

Well, you'll have
better luck tomorrow.

The water temperature
is up two degrees.

How's your luck, Erik?

My luck?
I don't need any luck
in my business.

Well, I wasn't talking
about business,

nor is your business
my business,

nor am I a man to talk,

but there is talk
in the village.

The hermit is
no longer a hermit.

Go on
and dry your nets.

Oh, Erik,
there was some tagged salmon
in the catch, three of them.

Ah, well, that's right,

my tags.

They're the first to show up.

I marked them in June,
1935.

Home again four years later,
on time.

Thanks for
bringing them.

I've got
to note this down.

You're not going
to be too busy

to come to
my wedding tonight?

Of course
I'll be there.

Anna told me to be sure
and remind you

she's invited
the English admiral.

His daughter too?

Yes, his daughter
too.

- Go on
and dry your nets.
- [LAUGHING]

Don't look yet.

Now you can
turn around.

Your wedding cake.

Oh, how beautiful.
Oh, thank you.

Make a wish.

I will.

Did you make
the wish?

I did.

Oh, this is
wonderful cake.

All wedding cakes
are lovely.

This is the nicest one
of them all, I know.

Save a nice piece
for your father.

I will.

This is for you,
Alfred.

Thank you,
Anna.

But you must
remember our guests.

Yes,
the English admiral.

Oh, I'll serve them
right away.

Thank you.

To our English friends.

- Thank you.
- Thank you very much.

And good luck
to you always.

Thank you.

Well, the first dance
with your husband.

Excuse us.

[**]

Mm, this is very
good cake indeed.

We seem to be celebrating
every event in Norway

with a feast.

A very pleasant custom
in my opinion.

Judith's very
fond of her food.

The poets
will tell you

that women are all
wrapped up

in love and dreams
of princes,

but my sister prefers
roast beef any day.

You see, my brother
has no illusions about me.

All brothers
are the same.

Would you care
to dance?

- I'll do my best.
- Excuse me.

I like weddings.

In fact, I think I like
everything I've discovered

in Norway.

Norway returns
the compliment,

Ms. Bowen.

Happy?

Oh, yes, but I think
I'd better go back

and finish
cutting the cake.

All right.

I'll tell you
the truth, Anna.

I'm delighted
you married my son.

I couldn't have picked
a better girl myself.

Two or three little points
of instruction:

In the morning,

don't talk to him
until he talks to you.

A man in the morning

is really a wild animal
that belongs in the zoo.

Oh, not Gunnar.

Gunnar.

Instruction the second:

Do not permit yourself
to get fat.

Fat has ruined
more marriages

than actresses
and pretty widows.

Has mother taught you
not to talk to me

until I talk to you
in the morning?

- Oh, Gunnar!
- How did you know?

Mother's married off
five of my brothers already.

As soon as Alfred finds a wife,
she'll hear the same thing.

Oh, dance.

Your instructions
will come later

and not from me.

Go dance.

You know, I've never seen
so many beautiful girls

in all my life.

I'm seriously thinking
of living in Norway

for five or six years.

You look so serious,

as if you were trying
to solve a world problem.

I am serious
about a problem.

It isn't a world
problem.

You know, if you have
something on your mind,

it makes it a lot easier
to share it with someone.

My friends tell me

that I have
a nice, honest face.

We dance. We drink.
Ridiculous.

Another drink,
Admiral?

Well, I really oughtn't to,
you know.

Oh, just one.

Thank you.

To England.

To Norway.

Though I reserve to myself
certain grave criticisms
of the English government.

I understand. I imagine
you are not alone in that.

Hmm.

We dance. We drink. We pray.
It's ridiculous, ridiculous.

Good evening,
Admiral.

Good evening.

I hope my husband
isn't boring you

by talking
politics.

Yes, Mrs. Bergesen.

But at a wedding?

Yes. At a wedding, in church,
at dinner, in school...

in factories, in bed,
I talk politics.

Oh, laugh. Laugh now.

Later, I will laugh,
except that I won't
feel like laughing.

Oh, God,
you're a patriarch.

You've sailed God's oceans,
you're familiar with storms,

and with that beard,
you look as wise as Moses.

What do you say?

The herring will run,
Germans or no Germans.

It's all the philosophy
you'll get out of him.

He owns a fleet of fish boats.

I must drink.
I just must drink.

Tell me, is England asleep
like this too?

Perhaps, uh,
dozing a little.

Johan, why talk?

Oh, yes.
It's only bad for my stomach.

And there's a wedding.

Yes.

Let's dance.

Yes. Come, come.

Oh, forgive me.
Mrs. Bergesen...

When Bergesen was a young man,
we said he'd grow out of it.

We were wrong.

Still, he does no harm.

To my son,
and may he have seven sons too.

I hope so, sir.

Everything all right,
Mr. Korstad?

I regret I haven't
seven more sons to marry off

in your hotel,
Mr. Arnesen.

Thank you very much.

Here, smell.

A beautiful combination

of summertime
and alcohol, huh?

Don't stand around the kitchen
all night, girls.

See that everybody has
what he wants out there. Hurry.

When I think
of weddings,

I always think
of the smell.

You look unhappy.

Did somebody
spill something?

Ah, that Bergesen--
Talk, talk, talk.

He should be stopped
by law.

You always want
to stop something by law.

You don't eat enough
green vegetables.

A woman
should not make fun

of her husband's
political convictions.

Ah, here. Go pour this
in the bowl.

It wouldn't do you
any harm

to stick your nose in it
once or twice yourself.

Hilma, we must have
a serious talk.

Next year, Lars.

Go on now.

A dry punch bowl
is against nature.

I'll always
remember this:

Tall trees. Deep waters.

Peaceful waters.

Stars like ice...

Those good,
kind people inside.

What a pleasant place
to hold a wedding.

Yes. Pleasant.

Is that where you
were married?

Yes, seven years ago.

My wife died
when Solveig was born.

Yes, I know.

WOMAN: Hans...
No, Hans.

I said, no.

Norway's not so different
from any other place.

Spring.

The snow melts on the hills,
the buds come out on the trees,

the salmon come home,

and the girls say, "I said,
no."

What's that?

My Solveig is sleeping in there

with the children
of the other guests.

When I was a little girl

and the grownups
had a party,

I used to stay
at the head of the stairs

and watch
all night long.

Perhaps
she's still awake.

Shall we go and see?

Father.

Did you sleep well,
Solveig?

All right, but I lost
a button from my nightdress.

Oh, that's serious.

I'll fix that.

Here.

Father, was it
a nice party?

Yes, very nice.

Was there dancing?

Yes.

How many dances?

Oh...

- Six?
- Six.

You danced six times?

Yes.

He did.

With you?

Mm-hmm.

All right.

Good night.

Good night.

Oh, this air is good
after all of that punch.

It's time we turned in.

We're making an
early start tomorrow.

Judith took an hour
to dress tonight.

Oh, that's not long
for a woman.

Well, she usually takes
eight minutes.

Well...

Nice chap, that Toresen,
isn't he?

Very.

Do you think anything
will come of it?

No.

You better go in
and say good night

to those five girls
you were dancing with.

Seven.

I observe the wind,
the weather,

the arrival and departure
of various kinds of fish.

I report every day to Oslo

that there's fog here or snow,
that the barometer is falling...

Is that all?

Well, I talk to myself.

That sounds like
nice, inexpensive fun.

And I argue with Bergesen
about the League of Nations,

ski in the wintertime,

teach my daughter
cooking and geography.

She's up to Africa
and scrambled eggs by now.

Until you came along,

I thought I spent a busy
and full life.

Has my coming along
changed anything?

Everything, Judith.

I mean, Ms. Bowen.

Which is it,
Judith or Ms. Bowen?

I'm not one for fine words,
empty words.

I never feel alone
with trees, mountains.

They're permanent.

Why did you say that?

I'm sorry
if I said too much.

But you didn't.

I wanted you to say this.

But you're going away,

and England
is across the North Sea.

How far is that?

Too far.

I may be back.

When?

Next spring, next summer,
sometime.

Sometime.

I think I'd better be
going in. It's getting
late.

Yes. It's getting late.

Good night.

Good night.

The British Ambassador
in Berlin

handed to the German
government a final note

stating that unless
we heard

that they were
preparing at once

to withdraw their troops
from Poland,

a state a war would
exist between us.

[**]

People of Norway,

do not be alarmed
because of German troops.

Negotiations are being
conducted with the German
authorities.

Resistance or disturbance
will only harm the
negotiations.

Be assured that our neutrality
will be respected,

and remember,
there must be no resistance.

This is the Norwegian
war office

speaking for your
king and government.

Good morning.

Good morning.

All right,
children.

* Yes
We love our country truly *

* Love our mountains high

* Raging storms
And angry tempests *

* Rocky shores divine

* We are tall
As our mountains *

* Relentless as her sea

* Ever the swell
Norway's people *

* Fight to keep her free

* Ever the swell
Norway's people *

* Fight to keep
To keep her free *

All right, children.

There's to be
no more resistance.

We've been ordered

not to offer
any further resistance.

No resistance?

1933,
no resistance.

1936,
no resistance.

1939,

no resistance.

Now, 1940,

the Germans are marching
through Norway,

and still,
we hear "no resistance."

Those are my orders.

Oh, we can't do this.

The Germans are coming.
We must do something.

Erik, friend,
you're a sensible man.

You're an educated man.

Tell him.

After all,

the captain has his orders
from the authorities.

They came
over the radio.

They came over the radio.

After all, it's his business.
He's an officer.

He knows more about how
a war is to be conducted.

We civilians,
it's not exactly our line.

Then...we civilians
must make it our line.

[HORN HONKING]

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

People of Norway, greetings.

The people of Germany
shake the hand

of their Nordic brothers.

We are driving
the English invaders

from your shores

and guarantee that
never again

will any English foot
be set upon Norwegian soil.

We are making
a new world order,

and there is a great place in
it for our friends and
brothers,

the Norwegians.

Everything is to go on
exactly as before,

except that no longer
do you have to live in fear

of the English octopus.

The FГјhrer sends his greetings
to his Norwegian brothers

and congratulates them
on their delivery.

All is to go on as before.

Your industries
are now in safe hands.

Your culture is protected.

Of course, there'll be a curfew
at 6:30 every night,

and any Norwegian found
in the streets after that

will be shot.

No boats are to leave the
harbor under pain of death.

Any act of disobedience
against the German uniform

is punishable by death
at my discretion.

General, the concert.

Oh, yes.

There will be a concert
by the Regimental band, here,

at 2:30 every Sunday.

That is all.

It was reported
that one of you gentleman

hold some interesting views
about our arrival.

Which one of you
is Bergesen?

That's my name.

It is considered
necessary

that you be held
for questioning.

But why?

You will
come with me now.

Captain, just what
does "questioning" mean?

And what is your name?

Toresen.

Erik, this is my affair.
You just look after Hilda.

Johan, I want
to be with you.

Please, dear.

Well, sir,
your Norwegian brother

is ready to be taken
into the new world order.

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

I don't like them.

Father, I don't like those men.
I don't like them.

I don't like them.

I'm writing a novel myself.

I'd be very disappointed
if you gentlemen don't burn it.

Radios of all descriptions
will be confiscated
immediately.

Any person found
in possession of a radio

will be punished by death.

A little too fast,
colonel.

The last word?

Why don't you listen, Bekhart?
The last word is "death."

Why do you take
our blankets?

It's cold in Germany
too, grandma.

Six.

Bergesen.
Six blankets.

They steal blankets,

pots, pans,
food, everything.

They kidnap
your husband.

A great nation?

Conquerors? Thieves,
that's what they are.

They ought to be handled
in a police court.

Finally, Mrs. Bergesen,
the police court will be set
up,

and the traffic
will be enormous.

Father, you look tired.
Have you a headache?

No.

You've got two different
colors of hair.

I'm afraid so.

It's getting blond,
isn't it?

No, darling,
it's not getting blond.

The word is "gray."

Is gray as good as blond?

No, I'm afraid not.

Is my hair getting gray?

Hmm...not that
I could see.

Why does your hair
get gray?

Oh, it's a long story,
Solveig.

Tell me, were you
a good girl in school today?

Very good.

I learned about the
Germans and Norwegians

and Poles and Jews
and English.

Russians
live over there.

French live there.

We live here.

First come the Germans.

They are better
than anyone else,

and then come the Norwegians.

That's us.

We're almost as good
as the Germans,

and then come the French.

They are not so good,

and then
come the Poles.

They are very,
very bad,

and nobody
talks to them,

and then come the Jews,
and-- What's a Jew?

Is that what you learned
in school today, Solveig?

Yes. A German officer
taught us today.

Hmm, modern geography.

Listen, darling,
you are not to believe that.

It's a lie.

We're all human beings,
that's all,

and human beings are good
and human beings are bad,

and human beings
can make themselves better

and make themselves worse.

We're all God's children,

and no matter

what they ever
tell you in school,

remember what I said,
won't you?

Yes, Father.

And now, Solveig,
you wait here.

I must go and speak
to your teacher.

There's nothing
I can do.

I suppose
I could be a hero,

refuse to teach them
anything more...

Quit.

But then the children will
be left to their mercy.

I don't know.

If there were only some way
I could get out of here.

If there were only some way
I could fight.

There are Norwegians
in England.

They're given guns.

They train them.
Not so far way.

Boats get there.

Some do...
some don't.

All of the young men
ages 17 to 25,

except
a few fishermen,

are being conscripted

to work in the mines
at Narvik.

Clear the square.

Move. Quickly.

Johan. This is Erik.

Erik...

I made it. I lived through it.

I came back.

Come, Johan.

Johan.

Bergesen...

It's me, Erik.
Toresen.

I'll take you home.

Come.

Johan.

I'm home, Mrs. Bergesen.

It's a pretty room,
isn't it, Erik?

Yes, it's
a beautiful room.

I made it.
I lived through it.

I came back.

I knew they were bad,
but I had no idea
how bad they were.

Nobody, no civilized human
being can know how bad they
are.

I have to go now.

There's some things
that need to be done.

Welcome home,
Johan Bergesen.

[CRYING]

Can't you bear
to look at me?

[LAUGHS]

Thank God I was never
a handsome man.

[CHUCKLES]

For many years,
we've made a serious mistake.

We believed we were living
in a civilized world.

Today, we find that, for years,
we've been living in a jungle.

Regulations
were put into effect,

and we attempted
to live up to them.

Now we discover
there's only one regulation:

Kill or be killed.

I'm ready to observe
that regulation.

I've come to ask you

how we can change over
in this jungle

from the murdered
Norwegian people

to the murdering
Norwegian people.

Erik Toresen,

have you ever hit a man
in your whole life?

When I was 17 years old,
I...I punched Olaf Johnson.

He was kissing a girl
I thought I was in love with.

Half-hour later,

I found out
every other boy in town

had also kissed
the girl.

I apologized to Olaf.

Since that time,
I've lived a quiet life.

The Germans
have not lived quiet lives.

We must learn from them

how to become gangsters,
thugs,

useful with knife,
dynamite, poison.

No.

Gunnar, you mustn't
listen to him.

None of us
must listen to him.

We can't do anything.

All we can do
is sit and wait.

Let the English
win the war.

Let the Americans
win the war.

Or the Russians.

All we can do is die.

I know how you feel, Anna.

I know how all women must
feel at a time like this,

but nobody's going to win
the war for anybody else,

Anna.

That's fine talk
for you,

but it won't
bring Alfred back.

Anna...

They murdered
your brother.

Now they want
you to die too.

Don't listen to them,
please.

Nobody's going to get victory
as a gift, Anna.

We get only what we earn,

and I propose
that we earn a great deal.

If anyone here
wishes to be excused,

please go now.

The rest of us
will say nothing.

We ask only of you
that you say nothing.

Good.

Now we begin to cut ourselves
out of this jungle.

[**]

There will be no service
this Sunday

or any Sunday
for some time.

Under our present government,

it is not possible
to serve Christ.

The church has no wish to serve
such a government.

The pastors of Norway

would rather
close their churches

than betray the religion
which they were built to serve.

Of course, I will continue
to administer to the sick
and dying.

May God be with you.

Achtung!

Present arms!

GIRL: * We are strong
as our mountains *

* Relentless
as her sea *

Quiet.

* Ever the swell

* Norway's people

ALL:
* Fight to keep her free

- * And--
- Silence.

* People fight to keep

* To keep her free

[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

"And all thy children
shall be taught of the Lord

"and great shall be
the peace of thy children,

- And righteousness
shall thou be established."
- [KNOCK ON DOOR]

We are on our way
to the town of Narvik.

The map says there's
a fork in the road here
someplace.

Yes, there is.

A hundred yards up there,
and then turn to the left.

To the left.

A sharp turn to the left,
not to the right.
There's a bad cliff there.

We'll be careful.
Your Norwegian roads are
as bad as your weather.

[ENGINE ACCELERATES]

[BRAKES SQUEAL]

[CRASH AND EXPLOSION]

[DOOR OPENS]

Almighty and everlasting God,

the consolation of the
sorrowful and the strength of
the weak,

may the prayers of them

that in any tribulation
or distress

cry unto thee...

graciously come before thee

so that in all their
necessities

they may mark and receive
thy manifold help and comfort

through Jesus Christ,
thy son, our Lord.

Amen.

Load!

Ready!

Aim!

- Fire!
- [GUNSHOTS]

[CRYING]

Ah, those vacations
in the Harz Mountains.

It's beautiful there
in the springtime.

We took colored pictures
of the flowers last year,

my wife and I.

Springtime in the mountains...
a man could cry.

Very touching, sir.

Very touching.

Will that
be all, sir?

You're a good officer,

the way
you carry out my orders,

executed that fellow
with dispatch.

That'll teach them

not to oppose the orders
of the Third Reich.

I'm going to let you in
to a little secret.

I'm going to recommend you
for promotion.

That's very kind
of you, sir.

Not at all.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

- Orderly.
- Yes, sir?

- Get me light.
- Yes, sir.

Ah!

Captain! Captain!

The colonel's been stabbed!

Then the prince said:

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
let down your hair."

And the princess
unbound her golden hair,

let it out of the window,

down the side of the tower,
and...

And then what happened?

And...

and, uh,
down the side of the tower,

and the prince took hold
and climbed all the way up
and freed her.

Then they were married,

and they lived
happily ever after.

Erik.

Mrs. Olav.

Come in.

And so we came here.

Your farm's hidden in the
hills.

If they do come,

there's a better chance
of your hiding her.

I've hid the cow
from the Germans,

and I've more milk
than I know
what to do with.

And it's good milk
too.

Now, child, I think
you've been up late enough.

I think I've been up
late enough too.

Good night, daughter.

Good night, Father.

- Sleep well.
- I will.

On the way up here,

Father told me
the most beautiful story

about a princess

who lived happily ever after.

Father, are princesses
the only ones

who live
happily ever after?

We're all meant
to live happy, Solveig.

Good night.

Good night.

Come, child.

SOLVEIG: Glad for the night,
glad for the day,

I fold my hands and pray

keep my lips pure,
keep my face bright,

keep my hands busy
doing the right.

And, dear God,

bless Father and all my friends
and everybody,

but, God,

please take the bad people
away from our village.

Amen.

Erik.

Erik.

Mm? Hmm?

Time you went to bed too.

Oh, no.

I can't stay here
tonight.

I've got to go.

You can hardly stand,
you're so tired.

They were liable
to follow me here tonight.

Oh, I'll sit at
the window and watch.

There's only one road
they can come up.

You're safe here.

Mrs. Olav,
it is you who needs rest.

An old woman sleeps
very little.

Go to sleep, son.

"Son."

I haven't been called that
in a long time.

So the colonel's
been killed.

Yes.

Was it you?

You've got a murderer
in your house tonight,

Mrs. Olav.

God bless you, son.

Sleep well.

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

Erik, get up.

They're coming.

The Germans?

Get the child.

This way.

I'll hide her clothes.

Solveig, darling, hold tight.

Yes, Father.

[KNOCKING]

Try the bedroom.

You were a long time
in answering.

Sorry.
I was in the bedroom.

You were still
a long time.

Come here.

- Your name is Olav?
- Yes.

Erik Toresen
is wanted for murder.
Have you seen him?

No.

Look at me.

You know the penalty
for hiding a murderer?

- Yes.
- I'm glad of that.

No one in the bedroom, sir.

We will look outside.

Look in that shed.

Do not leave me,
Mrs. Olav.

I have something
to tell you.

Last night, five hostages
were taken in the town.

If Erik Toresen
is not found

within two days,
they will be shot.

WHISPERING:
Just a little while
longer, Solveig.

We've been on the go
for 10 hours.

Where does he get
all the energy?

It's quite simple.
He eats better than we do.

And drinks better too.

Yes, all the beer
he wants

any time he wants it.

Makes me thirsty
just to think of it,

so we can't have beer,
we drink water.

I haven't drunk
well water

since I left
my uncle's farm.

Wait!

We will go.

You do not seem
to be very impressed

when I tell you
about the five hostages.

No concern of mine.

One of them happens to
be your grandson, Peter.

But he's only a boy, 17.

It is quite possible
to kill a boy.

Hold on.

They've gone. You can come up.

Ow.

Come. Come to me, Solveig.

That's it.

I'm glad that soldier
is still thirsty.

Solveig, darling,
listen to me.

I'm going away
for a little while,

and you are to do

whatever Mrs. Olav
tells you to do.

You understand?

Yes.

And you're not
to cry.

I never cry.
You know that.

I know that.

I'll be back soon, dear.

Good luck.

I thought I saw
something moving in here.

Well, there's nothing
there now.

I wish I was
home again.

Things will be worse
before they get better, Otto.

I heard the captain
saying last night

that in two weeks,

there'll be hundreds
of planes here,

and General Von Broigal
is coming down tomorrow.

You are the most
nervous man

in the entire
German army, Otto.

Think there's a Norwegian
behind every bush?

Hello.
Erik Toresen. Let me in.

Garmo...

It's past curfew time.

May I sit down?

What do you want?

Garmo, I've heard you've
got a boat hidden.

I want you
to take that boat out

and help me get
to England.

- Where have you been
for the last week?
- Hiding in the woods.

I've discovered

that they're building
a secret airfield.

Inside of two weeks,

they'll have
hundreds of planes there

and a general.

They're going to make
some kind of an attack.

Before this, other men have
disappeared for a week

and have fallen
into the hands

of the Germans,

and when they got back,

bad things happened
to their friends.

I didn't fall
into the hands of the Germans.

Since you left,
five men have been killed

for the murder
of Colonel Van Dorn:

Neil Star, Karl Strom,
Vidki Koenig,

Peter Olav.

Peter Olav?

Where are you going?

To give myself up.

That'll do no good now.

It won't bring
the five men back.

No, but maybe tomorrow
it'll be 50,

and the next day,
the whole village.

Bergesen was right.

Nobody,
no civilized human being,

can know how bad they are.

Erik...

I have a boat,

and I'll take you
to England,

God willing.

God willing.

I got your message, Garmo.

Pastor, Mrs. Garmo will
call for you at midnight

and take you
to the place

where I'll be
waiting for you.

I'll be ready.

I'll call for you
at midnight.

Where's the boat?

- You'll see then.
- Yes.

Garmo.

Who else is going?

You'll see at midnight.

I'll be there.

I want to speak
to the captain.

Go in.

Yeah?

There's a boat leaving
for England.

There's going to be
six men on board,

maybe more,

and probably the man
you were looking for,

- Toresen.
- Where is the boat?

I don't know.

Do you know who
any of the men are?

No, but Garmo is going
to take me there.

All you have to do
is follow.

That's no good.

You'd see anyone following
after 50 yards.

You'd get one,
the rest would get away.

You have to be
ingenious.

You didn't hear
anything, did you?

- No.
- No.

This is a special
kind of whistle

for dogs.

It's pitched very high,
too high for human ears,

but dogs' ears
can catch the sound,

also detectors,
sound detectors,

and the precise spot
it comes from:

Angle, bearing.

Mr. Arnesen, tonight
when you blow this whistle,

I assure you
the sound will be heard.

If I have any
further orders for you,

I shall send for you.

You may go.

I'll be right back.

Garmo.

Everything go
all right?

Yes.

I'll stand guard here
for a moment.

You call me
when you're ready
for me to come down.

Hilma Arnesen,
what are you doing here?

I followed him.

You know
that's dangerous.

Not for me. For you.

What do you mean?

He warned them.

Who?

Lars, my husband.

He's not a good man.

They didn't follow him.

Nobody knows we're here
except you.

They're going to wait

until you all get
out in the boat.

He has a whistle.
It's a dog whistle.

You can't hear it,

but their
instruments can.

You get to
a certain place,

he's going to blow it
and warn them.

The searchlights will go up,
and the boats will come out,

and you'll never know
what happened to you.

Do you know, Hilma,
what will have to be done
with your husband?

I know.

I wish I could be not sorry,

but I suppose it's impossible

when you live with a man
that you love

so long...

Two children.

[BIRD CALLS]

That's for me.

A signal.

I've got to go now.

You're sure?

You're
absolutely sure?

Yes.

I'm sure.

Anything wrong?

No.

Shove off.

Do they hear anything
at the sound
detectors yet?

No, sir.

Stop moving
that light!

Stop moving that light.

They should be here by now.

Nothing yet?

Ship oars.

I want to listen.

Don't move, Arnesen,
or I'll strangle you.

Erik, have you gone mad?

Row.

All right.
Johan, Seigert, row.

Something must have
gone wrong.

May I suggest

you send the boat out
anyhow, sir?

Yes...

Yes.

Turn on the light.

Yes, sir.

No, wait, wait.

Yes, sir.

We'll wait
a little longer.

Yes, sir.

Turn on the lights.

Yes, sir.
Turn on the lights.

Searchlights.

We're out of range.

They won't see us now.

All right, Arnesen,

now you can
tell them your story.

I don't know what you mean.

Tell them your story.

Remember, I am in
the same boat with you.

If anything happens to you,
it'll happen to me too.

I want to get to England
as much as any of you.

I have just as much to lose
as any of you.

I don't know
what he's talking about.

Erik...

Look at this.

A whistle.

It doesn't even work.

I'll show you.

Yes.

If you show us,
we'll all be dead,

except you, Arnesen.

What made you do it?

This is no place
to hold a trial.

You're all excited
and nervous.

Why did you do it?

The Germans are going to win,

and they like us.

They like
the Norwegians.

If only we would
give them a chance.

You've got to be reasonable
about this.

We live in
a reasonable age.

Why did you do it?

They have something new,
something that works.

I know.

I studied
the whole question

very carefully.

What is the use
to fight?

They have
all the guns.

Tie him up.

Please, Garmo.

Garmo,

you've known me
since I was born.

Bergesen,
you are my brother-in-law.

Erik.

Erik, remember,

you were married
in my house.

Yes, and you forgot it.

Please, please remember.

Please, you must.

Please. Please.

Boys, please!

Oh, please,
can't you--

Out oars.

Help!

Please!

[GARGLED YELLING]

It's English!

What do you want
to do in England?

Fight.

Fight.

And you?

Fight.

And you?

Fight.

And you?

Fight too,

but first I should like
to inform you that--

First it is necessary
to establish

that your story
is true.

Officials of the Norwegian
government in exile

will be notified
of your arrival

and you'll be examined.

But all of this
will take time, sir.

In the meantime, would you
please inform Admiral Bowen

that I should like to see him?

It's very important.

Your request is hardly
in accord with regulations.

However, I shall do my best.

The rest of you gentlemen
will wait here

for the officials
of the Norwegian government,

and you, sir,

will accompany me
to London.

Cigarette?

Thank you.

Cigarette?

The airdrome
is here.

The road to it
around this way,

and I'm sure
it's heavily guarded.

But it is possible

for someone
who knew the place

to make his way up
along this stream here,

and reach
the airdrome

without being seen.

All that you've told us
is very interesting,

provided it's true.

But I have
only my word, sir.

And that I can vouch for,
Harper.

Then we accept full
responsibility, sir?

We do.

You know, Harper's
a decent fellow,

but being
an intelligence officer

destroys all faith
in human nature.

An airdrome

on that part of the coast
can only mean one thing:

Our convoys to Russia
will be sighted from the air

before they're north
of the Orkney Islands.

Would you be willing
to guide our commandos

to this airdrome?

I'd be grateful
to the end of my days.

Toresen, you wait outside.

Yes, sir.

Take this
to Operations.

Erik...

It's not possible.

Yes, yes.

Erik Toresen.

I can't believe it.

Yes, it's me.

A signal
for you, ma'am.

What?

A signal for you.

Oh, um, um...
take it to Operations.

Oh, blast it, I--

I think I'm
going to cry.

In uniform too.

Isn't it
disgraceful?

Oh, Erik,

I wrote you
10 letters

and never sent
any of them.

I've been thinking
of you too,

and your danger.

You're alive.

You're really
alive.

Norwegians are a sturdy people.

Like you English,
we don't break easily.

You know, it's a funny thing,
but I don't know what to say.

What are you
doing for dinner?

I'd like to have it
with you, if I could.

Good.

So you two

have found
each other, hmm?

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Well, Toresen,

the wheels are beginning
to roll already.

You and I are flying
to Scotland tonight.

But, sir,

we were having
dinner together.

Yes, we were having--

Not tonight,
I'm afraid.

Then I'll get leave
and come with you.

No room in our plane.

Then I'll follow.

Well, I have no control
over your movements

once you're on leave.

Come on, Toresen.

Yes, sir.

You and I are after
something bigger

than a 12-pound salmon
this time.

There you are.

This will warm
your cold, Norwegian bones.

Thanks.

Well, cheers.

Good to see you, Erik.

You know we've, um,
often wondered

how you chaps
were getting along.

Talked about you
quite a lot,

as a matter of fact.

Well, that is, uh,
Judy did most of the talking.

So much has happened
in such a short time.

And much more
will happen

in even a shorter time.

These commando raids
are tough and quick.

Every man is trained
to move like clockwork.

Erik, you'll need
every bit of strength

that's in you,

so you better get to that bed.

Robert...

It's hard for me
to talk.

Our people, as you know,
are not demonstrative,

but we don't
forget our friends,

nor our enemies.

Good night, Robert.

Good night, Erik.

As tired as I am,

I don't think

I'll sleep a wink
tonight.

Well, if you
don't sleep tonight,

you've got
all day tomorrow.

You know, you've got
24 hours to rest.

Rest?

My mind's in a whirl.

You know how it is
when you're thinking.

Solveig, Norway...

I won't sleep a wink.

Not a wink.

[TRUMPETING]

March.

Hello.

What are you
doing here?

Special orders.

For the first time
since the war began,

I pulled strings.

I wasn't going
to let a war

do me out
of that dinner.

Remember,

we were going to
have dinner together?

Yes.

I remember.

Will you have dinner
with us, Robert?

Oh, no.

Oh, thank you.

Well, um,

well, I'll see you
at headquarters

in two hours.

I'm hungry.

Those days seem like
a far-off dream now,

don't they?

Yes.

Everything has changed.

Everything.

And England
is full of Poles

and Russians and Norwegians

and Czechs
and Americans.

All mixed up.

And somehow
it isn't important anymore

what a man does
or who his family is

or what country he belongs to.

It's only what
he's fighting for
that makes any sense.

Three years it took me
to find that out.

Three years...to crowd now

into 30 short minutes.

Time up?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

You should be back
in three or four days.

Have you no plans?

Oh, yes, yes, I have plans.

When I come back,

the first thing
I'll do

is climb off
the train,

go through the gate,

come to the nearest
telephone,

and call up
Admiral Bowen's daughter

and ask her
to marry me.

You won't forget,
will you?

I won't forget.

You will take care
of yourself,

won't you?

Yes, I'll take care
of myself.

- To the future.
- Skoal.

Good evening.

- Good evening, sir.
- Come forward, sir?

Slow astern,
both engines.

[FOGHORN SOUNDING]

[**]

Now this is the stretch
of shore which you say
is unguarded,

am I right, Toresen?

Yes, sir.
Because there's
such a shallow draft

at the entrance of the fjord,
the enemy doesn't believe

that a ship
could pass through it,

but at high tide,
there is enough water.

Even though the charts
don't show it?

- Yes, commander.
- Very well.

Gentlemen, we will now
synchronize our watches.

Correct time, please.

0346, sir.

0346.

Good.

Now, by 0445,

we shall be passing
through the entrance

to the inner fjord.

Zero hour
will be at 0500,

at which time
the landing craft

will leave
the parent ship.

You should be ashore
by 0510,

reaching the river
at approximately 0600.

Now, according to plan,

you should be
up the hill

bordering the airport
at 0630.

Am I right, Toresen?

- Yes, sir.
- Good.

The airdrome will be taken
at 0645.

By 30 minutes,
the job should be done,

so let us say
at 0715...

I shall then go to my daughter.

While I should like
to help you, Toresen...

I am afraid that
will not be possible.

I cannot risk
this ship or men

for one extra minute

that is not covered
by my orders.

Sir, may I make
a suggestion?

Yes.

While Toresen will
be our guide, sir,

wouldn't it be possible

that while
he's leading us,

that an officer
and a few men

be assigned to
bring his daughter

down to our
landing birds?

The farm isn't
hard to find, is it?

No, it's very close
to the coast.

I could draw a little map.

Very well.

I see no reason
why Solveig

shouldn't be
awaiting you

upon your return
from the airfield.

Any questions, gentlemen?

- No, sir.
- No, sir.

Toresen?

No questions
at all, sir.

Thank you, gentlemen.

"Finally, my brethren,

"be strong
in the Lord

"and in the power
of his might.

"Put on the whole armor
of God,

"that you may
be able to stand

"against the wiles
of the devil.

"For we wrestle not
against flesh and blood

"but against
principalities,

"against powers,

"against the rulers

"of the darkness
of this world,

"against spiritual
wickedness

in high places."

By the mark, seven, sir.

Make two revolutions,
navigator.

Make two
revolutions, sir.

And a quarter
six, sir.

That's very little water
for this ship, sir.

There's enough to get
through, captain.

Deep six, sir.

And a quarter
four, sir.

Deep four, sir.

One cable to go, sir.

Standby, starboard anchor.

Everything ready on one?

Yes, sir,
everything ready.

Ready for letting go,
sir.

Let go.

[SHOUTS]

Carry on, sir, please.

Carry on.

Pick those up,
pick those up.

Good hunting.

Sergeant?

Are you certain you know
where the farm is?

I could find it
blindfolded, sir.

All right, good.
Carry on.

By this time, they should be
reaching the river, Godfrey.

I sincerely
hope so, sir.

[YELLING]

[GUNSHOTS]

[**]

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

Enemy battery
bearing Red-9-5.

Hoist the battle, ensign.

Shoot.

Left gunner, shoot.

Rapid salvos!

Good shooting, guns.

Well, I think that
does it for this trip.

And now to Solveig.

She'll be proud
of you, old boy,

and she won't be
the only one either.

Back to the boats.
I'll assemble the men,
just round them up.

Where's my daughter?

Couldn't you find the way?

Yes, sir.

Well, where is she?

The house
is burnt down.

Burnt down?

And a swastika
scratched on the ground.

Right where the door
had been.

Didn't you find
anyone there?

Yes, sir,
a farmer.

We asked him
about it.

He said they had taken
the old woman and the girl.

Taken them where?

To the village
at the inn.

That's where they're holding
all the hostages, sir.

A swastika...

on the ground.

Erik!

Goodbye, Robert.

Not yet, old boy.

But you have
your orders.

My orders are
that we get Solveig.

Sergeant?
Fall in the able men.

Robert...once I said

I didn't know
a typical Englishman.

Now I know.

Come on, let's go.

We'd better get those
civilians off the street.

That's it. Good.
It's very dangerous.

It's very dangerous.
Go inside.

Stay there.
It's very dangerous.

Come on!

[SOLDIERS YELLING]

Corporal, give me a grenade.

No, Robert, don't.
Our own people are in there.

All right,
we'll get closer.

Comrade.

Part of the operation
has been signaled, sir.

Thank you.

I'm very sorry, sir,
about your son, I mean.

Two sons, Godfrey.

Mrs. Olav, will we ever
come back to our home?

Yes, Solveig,
we'll come back someday.

Yes, Solveig,
we will come back.

We will come back.

PRIEST: "For we wrestle
not against flesh and blood,

"but against principalities,

"against powers,

"against the rules
of the darkness of this world,

against spiritual wickedness
in high places."