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Simon, give you a hand.
- No, leave me alone.

But...
- Just leave me alone.

I was only trying to help.

Simon.

I thought the MO told you to
rest that up as much as you could.

Um, I'm just
exercising the damn thing, sir.

It's early days, isn't it?
That was quite a fracture.

I want to get it better
as soon as possible.

Don't overdo it.

I don't suppose there's any news yet?
- No, not yet.

Well, that means
they must have got away.

Yes, sir. Full investigation
is in train, of course.

Yes. Yes, as you know, sir.

He's on the way now.

Very good, sir.

The General will be paying us a visit.

He'll want a full report on how
four British officers managed to escape.

As yet, sir, the method used
has not come to light.

Yes, I know that, Ulmann.

Do you imagine Berlin will be
satisfied with that?

No, sir.

Colditz is supposed to be escape-proof.

Yet four prisoners managed
to escape at once. Four.

This reflects very badly on all of us.

The least we can do
is to ascertain the method

and to assure the authorities
that no further escapes will take place.

That is what the General
will wish to hear.

I shall do my best, sir.

And also, my new second-in-command
has been appointed.

A Major Mohn. Do you know him?

If it's the same Mohn we read about
in the newspapers...

Yes, it is. I wondered if you had
met him, by any chance?

No, sir.

Well, his abilities should help us
considerably.

Yes, sir.

Long time no see.

We shall soon put that right, Mr Player.

After three weeks. All that for nothing.

Pilot Officer Muir.
Do you know how he is?

Pilot Officer Muir was
taken to a hospital.

They operated last night.

They think he will recover.
- Thank you.

I managed to get
one of the guards to talk.

Muir was shot.

Did they kill him?
- No.

Apparently, when he and Player
were cornered, he tried to make a break.

They fired over his head at first,
but when he kept on going

they put one into him.

They dug the bullet out of him
in hospital.

Leaves Pat and Phil.
- Two down, two to go.

Lieutenant Player, your useless
and ill-advised attempt to escape

has caused considerable difficulty
with the civil and military authorities.

In recognition of this,
the Oberkommando at Leipzig

has awarded you 28 days
solitary confinement,

which will give you time
to reflect on your foolishness.

Have you anything to say?
- No.

I shall now leave you with
Hauptmann Ulmann.

I should remind you, you are still under
German military discipline.

And you will answer Hauptmann Ulmann's
questions with that fact in mind.

Sit down, Mr Player. Here.

We are going to talk, Mr Player.
We shall talk all night if necessary.

And tomorrow and the next night
as well, and so on.

Well, there's not much else to do.

How's it going? Still playing you up?

It's taking a hell of a time.

There's that damn censor at last.
The mail's in.

It's all right. You don't need to
chase it. You'll get yours.

How's Dick?

Have you heard anything?

Word is he is being interrogated
practically continuously.

He won't give anything away.

It isn't easy when you're on your own.

They'll question Muir, too.

All right.

Three for you, Ian.

Anything for Simon and me, Paddy?
- Just the one, I think. That's right.

Two for you, Simon.

Hang on, there's a postcard as well.
Here we are.

Thanks.
- Frank, letter for you.

It's been three weeks now, sir.

Well, the committee's
still working, isn't it?

Oh, yes, we've recruited new members
and we're getting on with things,

but what I really wanted
to ask you, sir, was

when you're going to appoint
a new escape officer?

Well, I want to be absolutely sure
that I make the right choice.

Did you have anyone particular in mind?
- Why?

Well, sir, I've served on the escape
committee since it was formed.

I've had a shot or two myself,
I think I know what the score is.

Well, what I'm trying to say is,
sir, that...

I know the escape officer has
got to stick it out here,

forgo the chance of escape himself,
and I wouldn't mind that.

I'd like to have a crack at it,
if you think I might be suitable, sir.

Thank you very much, Tim,
I'll bear that in mind.

Come in.

Oh. Sorry, sir.
- That's all right, Simon, what is it?

I... I just got this.

Ulmann, sir. Security Officer.

Hauptmann Ulmann.

I understand the Kommandant
is with General Schaetzel.

Yes, sir.

So, this is Colditz.

Gather round, will you, gentlemen,
please? I have something to tell you.

Flight Lieutenant Carter
has received a postcard

which he thinks
may be of interest to us all.

He's given me permission
to read it to you.

Here's what it says.

"Arrived yesterday. The skiing is
wonderful. Wish you were here.

"Good luck and best wishes,
from Uncle Philip.

"PS, your Auntie Pat sends her regard.”

Now, the picture on the postcard,
gentlemen, is that of the snow-covered

peaks of the Swiss Alps. Which means
that Flight Lieutenant Carrington

and Captain Grant are now safely
in Switzerland.

What's that?

It seems to be coming
from the British quarters, sir.

That cable arrived today from
our military attaché in Switzerland.

The remaining two escapees...
- Carrington and Grant.

Yes.

They reached Switzerland, and no doubt
they are in England by this time.

Sir, I can only express my
profound regret and assure you...

Yes, yes, yes.
We'll come to that in a moment.

Colditz was established to contain
officer prisoners of war

who were difficult, ill disciplined,

or whose persistent attempts
to break out from other camps

rendered them a nuisance elsewhere.

The castle was to be escape-proof.

Despite that, there have been escapes.
Isolated escapes.

But now you have allowed
four British officers

to break out on the same day.

Two were recaptured, sir.
- That is no credit to you, Kommandant.

Your job is to ensure that
no escapes take place at all!

Yes, sir.

This business has attracted unfavourable
notice in the very highest quarters.

The responsibility is yours.
There has been talk of replacing you.

Other even more drastic steps
were discussed.

However, I was able to bring some
influence to bear.

You understand me?
- Yes, sir.

Karl, my personal opinion

is that you have done an excellent job
here at Colditz.

Privately, I had my doubts
about the policy of containing

and confining difficult prisoners
to one roof.

It means continual trouble

and it's created
a potentially explosive situation.

Now, you have prevented an explosion.

Also, we are
by way of being old friends, huh?

Now, on this occasion,
my intervention carried some weight.

But if there is another outbreak
of this order...

Well, there are limits to my protection.

Do I make myself clear?
- Yes, sir. And thank you.

Good. And now perhaps you will be
good enough to send for Ulmann?

I wish to study your report
on the methods used in this escape.

You'd better take the weight
off that ankle, Simon.

Thank you, sir.

Have you seen the MO lately?
- Oh, there's no need, sir.

You're not gonna be much use to anybody
if you do yourself any permanent damage.

See the MO tomorrow, all right?
- Yes, sir.

Now, I want your opinion.

I've held off appointing
a new escape officer

until I knew whether Pat had got away,

and because I want to make sure
I make the right choice.

Any thoughts?
- Yes, sir, Captain Downing, sir,

he's dead keen to have a go.
- Yeah.

I've also considered Captain Brent.

But on second thoughts,
I don't think he's got enough authority.

Well, Downing's the obvious one, sir.
He's a jolly good organiser.

Yeah.

You considered yourself?

Me?
- Yes.

As escape officer?

Oh, no, no, no, sir,
that's not my style at all.

I think it could be.

"Additional catwalks and machine gun
positions have been installed.

"Rigorous searches continue,

"more frequent checks
have been carried out,

"and a continuous study of
possible escape points is going on."

That concludes the report, sir.

Ulmann, do you consider this to be
a satisfactory report?

No, sir.

Kommandant?
- No, sir. Though I would like to say

that Ulmann has done his utmost.
- Yes, we can take that for granted.

You have had three weeks to determine
how these men got out

and you have failed to do so.

A report like this will not be
well-received, I assure you.

Now, Simon, I don't want you
turning this down with less

than five minutes' thought about it.
- There's nothing to think about, sir.

Well, I think there is.

Now, I'll tell you why
I'm going to persist.

In the first place,
there's your enthusiasm.

I mean, you've dedicated yourself
to learning

every possible escape technique.

Yes, sir, but that's only 'cause
I want to get...

If you will allow me to finish, please.
- Sorry, sir.

And secondly, now that Pat's gone,

you are, without doubt,
the most knowledgeable officer.

You don't suffer fools gladly,
which is a good thing.

The other officers respect you,

in some cases, I think
they're even a little wary of you.

Yeah, well, most of them are in
the army, sir, I'm RAF

and we've got a different idea
of discipline in the RAF.

Well, operational flying
requires self-discipline,

which is exactly what we've got to
instil into our escapers.

Yes, well, I'll support anyone's
escape, sir, anyone else's escape.

I'll do everything I can to help,
but each time I'd wish it was me.

I want to get back to England.
I don't want to spend

the rest of the war organising
other fellows' escapes.

I'm sorry if that sounds selfish, sir,
but that's the way I feel.

Yes, we're just going around in circles,
aren't we?

But just bear one thing in mind,
will you?

With that ankle, you're not going to be
a candidate for escape for some time.

It won't take that long.
It's practically all right as it is.

Is it? Would you get up on that table
and jump down onto the floor?

Yes, I'm afraid that willpower
does not mend broken bones.

Make sure you
see the MO tomorrow, okay?

Yes, sir.

Well, I won't make a decision now,
I just want to you think about it.

I'm sorry for the delay.

The General was discussing this report.
The recent escapes.

You'd better have a copy.
- Thank you, sir.

Well, let's have a drink.
What would you like, Mohn?

Nothing for me, thank you, sir.
- Too early for you?

No, no, I used to drink,
but I can't any more.

I have to keep to a rather
tiresomely restricted diet as well.

Ah, yes, of course. Your wounds.
- Yes, sir.

I do not have as much left
of my stomach as most people.

Your wound from Stalingrad?
- Yes, sir.

Hmm. Please sit down here.

How did it happen?

My unit was cut off
after an attack, sir.

We held out for 72 hours,

and then as we could not be
in a worse position,

I decided to counter-attack.

We took them by surprise
and they fell back.

But then in a hand-to-hand combat...

It's a pity that such bravery could not
save us from a catastrophic defeat.

With respect, sir, the German army
was not defeated at Stalingrad.

It was betrayed by its own
Commander-in-Chief.

Yes, quite.

But he was in an appalling dilemma.

However, is that when you won your
Knight's Cross with Oak Leaves?

Yes, sir. I was flown out
on one of the last planes to leave.

And the Führer did me the great honor
of visiting me in hospital

to bestow the decoration.

You've met the Führer?
- Yes, sir. It was a great privilege.

Yes, indeed.

Sir, I will read the report and then,

just to put myself in the picture,

I wonder if I might
question the prisoner?

In Ulmann's presence, of course.

I do not wish to interfere in any way,
but if I can help at all...

Yes, of course, Mohn. By all means.

Lieutenant Player.

Major Mohn. Now second-in-command.
He was interested to meet you.

Lieutenant Player.

Do please sit down.

I understand you were a submariner.
- Yes, I still am.

Did you operate in the Mediterranean?
- I don't have to answer that question.

I knew the area quite well at one time.

I was with the parachute brigade
that captured Crete.

1 gather they were never
quite the same again.

We suffered heavy losses
before the British surrendered, yes.

You get all the news here in Colditz?

You know then by now

that your friends Carrington and Grant
have reached safety.

Ah! I see, you did not.
Yes, Switzerland first.

And they are probably celebrating
in London by now.

Is that where you got
all those gongs? Crete?

Gongs?

Ah. Yes, this one in Crete.

This one Belgium, 1940,

and the Knights Cross with Oak Leaves
in Stalingrad.

Your friend Pilot Officer Muir
is much better, by the way,

although his memory's affected.

I spoke to him
just before he passed out.

He was all right then.

Perhaps he struck his head
when he fell. Hmm?

A blow on the head
can do strange things.

Does he know who he is?
- No.

Oh, yes. Yes, but when asked about
the escape he told some absurd story

about climbing down a rope

made from sheets and scaling a wall.

Whilst we know from you, Mr Player,
that you both hid in the exercise park.

But I wonder why the NCO in charge
of the exercise party of that day

was so certain that both you and Mr Muir
left the exercise park

and returned to the castle, hmm?

He claims to remember because he says

you and Mr Muir were deep in
conversation with Captain Grant,

and he had to summon you
when it was time for you to go.

That must have been another day.

And Mr Muir's

"rope down which Lieutenant Player
climbed first and I followed"?

As you say, his memory is affected.

Oh.

Come now, Mr Player.
We all know what you've been doing.

Four of you escaped and you didn't want
to give anything away. All right.

But the whole thing is over now.

Two of you have escaped and
two of you have been recaptured.

The position is different now.

Now you can tell us
what really happened.

We hid in the exercise park.
The count was faked. When it was dark...

Don't waste your breath. We have certain
evidence as to the means of escape.

Your statement conflicts
with that evidence.

What we want to establish now is
whether you intend to go on lying.

A British officer who is a proven liar
must expect to be treated accordingly.

You've asked for my version
of the escape and I've given it to you.

With all the monotony
of a broken record.

And with the grace of a sulky schoolboy.

This man is taking advantage

of the considerate treatment
being extended to him.

Hmm. Thank you, Ulmann.

Oh, I understand you were
an insurance agent before the war.

I did work for an insurance company,
yes, sir.

That is Captain Sheldon.
- Sheldon.

And did you enjoy selling insurance?

It gave me a profound respect
for statistical probability, sir.

May I give you an example?
- Yes, please do.

That is Captain Brent.

There are now several hundred prisoners
of various nationalities in Colditz,

most of them bent on escape.

Our staff is limited.

At any one time, the maximum
number of guards on duty is 29.

The ratio speaks for itself.

Does it? How?

The prisoners believe
that everything is on our side.

In fact, taking everything into account,

I would say the odds are slightly
in their favour.

You ignore two facts, Ulmann.

They are defeated.
And the guards are German.

But you make
an interesting point, Ulmann.

Where'd you find it?

That is Flight Lieutenant Carter.

Hmm.

One of those "terror" fliers.
- I believe he flew wellington bombers.

Mail from home?
- Yes.

Don't get up.

I wasn't going to.

Who from? Your parents?
- No, my wife.

Were you wounded
when you were shot down?

No. I fell down stairs.

Not one of Britain's heroes, I gather?

Ulmann. Scramble.

These are the British quarters, sir.

At ease, gentlemen.

Anything we can do to help?
- No, Mr Downing.

Major Mohn, second-in-command,
is inspecting the castle.

Captain Downing, sir.

Take a good look, Major.

Some of us may not be here very long.

When were you taken prisoner, Captain?
- '40.

Where?
- Belgian border.

My unit may have had the pleasure of
accepting your surrender.

You were all very anxious
to give yourselves up at one time.

We accommodated you then.

We shall be only too happy
to go on accommodating you now.

Come in.

Colonel.

This is our new second-in-command.
- Mohn.

Uh, Preston.

How do you do?
- Colonel.

Well, you appear to be
reasonably comfortable, Colonel.

It serves.

And your men seem to be
in a cheerful mood.

Celebrating the escape
of their colleagues?

Possibly, yes.

Do you believe it is the duty of
a prisoner of war to attempt to escape?

Possibly.

You could order them not to escape.

Could I?

The purpose behind escaping is
only partly to achieve freedom.

It is also to harass the enemy.

To tie down civil and military forces

which would be better employed
in conducting the war elsewhere.

Would you agree?
- Yes.

The logic behind escape attempts is

the war is still going on
here in Colditz.

I have no objection to that.
I am a soldier. War is my business.

But it is a business, Colonel.
Not a sport.

The prisoner who is prepared
to sit it out quietly

will receive the treatment
dictated by ordinary humanity.

But the prisoner who attempts
or even thinks of escaping

becomes the enemy again at once.

Those are my views, Colonel Preston.

They are completely clear.

Oh.

The soldier who wounded
Pilot Officer Muir

was not shooting to kill.

On that occasion,
his orders were otherwise.

Your men may be less pleased about
their friends Carrington and Grant

when they discover that nothing will
ever be quite the same again.

Colonel.

Carry on, Mr Player.

Let us resume our discussion
about the means of escape.

We have now found someone,
a gamekeeper,

who saw four men
in the vicinity of the castle

in the early hours of the day
in question.

Yet you still claim that you don't know
how Carrington and Grant got away.

Don't you ever give up?

We can finish this as soon as you
give a truthful answer, Mr Player.

You still have a week
in solitary confinement.

That gives us plenty of time to talk.

All right. Carry on.

Is this the incoming mail
for the British prisoners?

Yes, sir.

They have been censored, sir.

The routine now is that
they are received and handed

to the British Canteen Officer
for distribution.

The routine has changed.

In future, I will examine all mail
after it has been censored.

Yes, sir.

Bob.

Simon.
- Hmm?

Ian.

What's so fascinating?
- Nothing, Mr Carter.

Read your letters from Cathy.

That's what one of the Frenchies said.
- News to me.

Simon.
- Mmm?

Well, one of the Frenchies says
he saw a consignment

of Red Cross parcels come in.
- Good.

Yes, well, that was two
or three days ago

and they haven't been distributed yet.

So, what the devil is Jerry playing at?

What?
- The Red Cross parcels.

Oh, look here,
I am trying to write a letter.

Sorry.

Good morning, sir.

All right, carry on.

Sir, there is a passage
in an outgoing letter written

by Flight Lieutenant Carter
which I should draw to your attention.

Well?

Read it.

"One thing, darling,

"I love the sweet things
you write to me,

"but they are very personal.

"Our letters are always censored,
of course,

"but now I have the feeling
they are being read by someone else.

"Someone who has no right to
look at them. And if this is so..."

Erase the entire passage.
- Yes, sir.

My 28 days are up.
- I know that, Mr Player.

What is it, the same old questions?
- No.

Pilot Officer Muir had a relapse.
A further operation was necessary.

He developed pneumonia
and he's very ill.

Why did he have a relapse?

He was made
to answer questions too early!

No, Mr Player. The questioning was
under medical supervision at all times.

There is still some hope
that his life may be saved.

You may go now.

Thank you for telling me.

Sorry it isn't much.

This is fine.
- We saved as much as we could for you.

Rations are getting worse and worse.

Yeah, there's only the smell
of pork now, if you're lucky.

And we think Jerry's sitting on the
Red Cross parcels for some reason.

Forget it, this tastes marvelous
after three weeks on the run

and 28 days in solitary.
- Take some more.

I couldn't, thanks.

Well, you can have it later
to get some of your strength back.

Thanks.

Do you, uh, do you feel like talking?

Yes, I'm all right.
- We could leave it for later,

if you like.
- No.

I've got to be debriefed sometime,
let's do it now.

Right.

Well, then, everything that happened,

from the beginning
to the minute you got caught.

I would just like to know your thinking.
There may be some adverse reaction.

Naturally, sir,
the prisoners won't like it.

I was thinking of the protecting power.

Are not the Swiss
neutral in name only, sir?

They harbour escaping prisoners,

and there can be no doubt
that these parcels are designed

to assist escape attempts.

But the same Red Cross parcels go
to German prisoners of war in England.

Can we be sure, sir?

No German has ever escaped from
a British prisoner-of-war camp,

with one exception early in the war,

whereas many British prisoners
have escaped.

Therefore, it follows that the Swiss
must be allowing through,

in these parcels to the British,

materials which they
withhold from the Germans.

But it's more difficult for our men.

England is an island

and there are none of these millions
of foreign workers that we have

to provide cover for escapers.

Sir, may I ask if you feel
I have exceeded my authority

as your second-in-command?

No, no, no, certainly not, Mohn.

Then with your permission, sir,

I will see that my orders
are implemented.

Yes, very well.
- Sir.

I think it's a pretty good effort.
And they were free for three weeks.

Grant and Carrington got away,
Player and Muir didn't.

And they all had the same chance.
So why didn't they?

Well, it went wrong on the first day,

when the Gestapo were
running that check on the train.

We had to turn tail and start walking,
it was bad luck.

You had three weeks.

You could have walked
halfway across Europe in that time.

We couldn't get far enough
quickly enough.

Once the alarm had been raised,
we could only move at night.

The further away you get,
the easier it becomes.

But close to the castle, it's murder.

They nearly made it, after all.

Those two found...
- I want to know what went wrong,

not what went right.

Sorry, Dick.
- No, I know.

Well, you had a good plan
which went wrong

'cause you didn't get through
a check on the first day.

That's always liable to happen.

Well, we can't rely
on everything going smoothly but...

Well, look here,

what does a chap need to have
that you didn't have?

I mean, besides, luck?

More time
before the escape is discovered.

We can normally fake one Appel.
- No. No. No.

A few hours isn't enough.
Two or three days, at least.

So somehow, in future,
you think we got to buy time?

Yes.

How, I don't know.
But that's what we needed.

Issuing Red Cross parcels?
- Yes, about time, too.

Why not from the parcels office?

Don't ask me.

What the devil is that?

You've mentioned this before, Simon.

Yes, sir. But now I'm certain.

I've got a sort of rudimentary code
going with my wife.

The last time I wrote to her,
I told her that

I thought someone other than the censor
might be reading our mail.

Now, I've got her reply and
that bit in my letter was censored.

Look.

The blackout is still trying.

Last night, I came off duty
at half past two

and couldn't see a thing.

Now, that means that the second half
of Page 2 was censored.

Why should they do that
if it wasn't true?

That's not proof, of course.
- Well, it's proof to me.

Anyway, I can tell
just by the way he looks at me.

What's a pig like Mohn doing
reading our mail?

Come in.

Excuse me, sir.
- What is it, Downing?

I thought you might like
your Red Cross parcel, sir.

That's how we get them
in future, courtesy of Major Mohn.

Come.

Colonel Preston, sir.

Please sit down, Colonel.
- Thank you.

Thank you, Hauptmann.

You requested an interview, Colonel?

Yes.
- Well?

Kommandant, is it possible that
anyone other than the camp censor

now has access to the prisoners' mail?

A random check
is made on each batch, yes.

By who?

Major Mohn?

The identity of the officer concerned
is not important.

In that case, I must lodge a complaint.

On what grounds?

Well, the censor should be a
specialist officer who hardly knows us.

It's quite wrong that letters
of a personal and intimate nature

should be read by someone who is
in daily contact with the prisoners.

Is that all?

No, the Red Cross parcels.
They are now being opened,

the contents examined,

and then tipped out,
making a disgusting mess.

Yes.

Well, this renders
half the foodstuffs inedible.

Colonel, your men have taken advantage
of Red Cross parcels.

They have used the boxes and string
as escape materials

and the contents
as supplies for escapers.

May I point out, Kommandant
that the rations have now deteriorated

to such an extent that

we are virtually existing on
potatoes, turnips and bread?

My men need the food in those parcels

to maintain
a reasonable standard of health.

Very well, Colonel,
I will consider your representations.

Thank you, Kommandant.

Oh.

I thought all the British officers
were in the exercise park.

Mr Carter is excused, sir.
He cannot march properly yet.

Poor fellow.

Well, never mind. You carry on.

Mr Carter won't mind.
Will you, Mr Carter?

What's all this in aid of?

Just a spot check, Mr Carter.

Don't let us disturb you,
you finish your letter.

Would you like to read it now or later?

Neither for preference.

Just doing your duty?
- Exactly.

That's good.

Some fellows might get a kick out of it.

Like peeking through keyholes.

What a strange thought
to occur to a man.

Almost as strange as the idea
that the outpourings of a semi-literate

are worth peeping at.

I think you enjoy it.

Impertinence like that can
get you solitary confinement, Mr Carter.

I think you enjoy doing your duty.
What's impertinent about that?

I'm sorry your ankle is taking
so long to recover.

I was more fortunate.

I was bayoneted in the stomach
by a Russian, before I killed him.

But happily I was on my feet again
within a few weeks.

Perhaps your injury is more serious.

Oh, shall I ask one of the guards
to help you?

You know what you
and your guards can do.

Or perhaps you are behaving
like a girl, Mr Carter?

Just as you write, like a girl?

Sit down, Mohn. Sit down.
- Thank you, sir.

As you know, General Schaetzel
is visiting us briefly this afternoon.

He's bound to ask about you.

I thought we'd have a chat first.

How do you feel you're settling in?

Quite well, sir.

Yes, things have been tightened up.
And that's excellent, of course.

Still, just as well to review
the steps we have taken.

This random check on the mail,
for example.

Censors work to a routine, sir.
After a while they tend to miss things.

The knowledge that
I am checking on the mail

has led to increased efficiency.

Yes, I'm sure.

There has been a complaint, of course.

From Lieutenant Carter, sir?

I wasn't given a particular name.

But that's not all.

I merely thought that

since we are opening
their Red Cross parcels as well,

whether the irritation being caused
was entirely worth it?

Sir, may I speak frankly?

Of course, that's why I asked you
to come and see me.

When it came to the Fuhrer's notice
that four British officers

had escaped from Colditz...
- He was informed?

Personally?
- Oh, yes.

How do you know?
- I was there.

I had the honor to serve briefly
on his personal staff

until I accepted this appointment,
in fact.

I see.

The Fuhrer's first reaction was that
for each British officer who escaped,

two more should be executed.

But that would be entirely contrary
to the Geneva Convention.

Germany did not sign
the Geneva Convention, sir.

No, that is so.
But the Wehrmacht abides by it.

And one must presume
that is with the Fuhrer's consent.

Just the same,
we are not bound by it, sir.

And the Fuhrer's consent
may be withdrawn at any time.

As it happens, he was advised
that reprisals might lead

to counter-reprisals against
German prisoners in Allied hands.

So he merely ordered that
no further escapes should take place.

Very wise.

Might I enquire whether the Führer
sought your opinion?

Yes, sir.

The subject was being discussed
after dinner one night.

And he asked me what I thought.

And what was your view?

I said that if the prisoners could be
made to understand that

we should no longer treat them
with kid gloves.

That if, for example,
we were forced to fire,

that we should shoot to kill.

Then presumably, such summary executions
would no longer be necessary.

And what was the Fuhrer's reaction?

He was kind enough to say
that as a fighting soldier,

my compassionate suggestion
should be treated with respect.

He's a great man, sir.

He's a wonderful man.

Dick.

You sure, Simon?
- Oh, come on.

No, not like that.

That's how you wanted it?

I'm not doing too well.

I'm out of practice.

That's a bit more like it.

Howzat!
- Not out.

Thanks, Harry.

Of course,
I intend no criticism against Mohn.

On the contrary, he's keen,
dedicated and efficient.

But just the same,
you would like him transferred?

Yes, to some post
where his excellent abilities

will be more fully utilised.

Suppose we have a drink?

Yes, of course.

I have a bottle of your usual brand.
- Good.

Mohn can never be considered
for active service again.

Oh, I realise that.
In view of the severity of his wounds.

But perhaps some staff appointment

where his experience
would be invaluable.

Your health, sir.

Old times and old friends.

What's wrong with him?

There's nothing wrong with him, sir.
Nothing at all.

Karl, we are alone,
enjoying a drink together.

Let us speak freely.

We walk a tightrope here in Colditz.

A castle which looks impregnable

but is full of bricked-up sections
not shown on any plan,

nooks and crannies
it would take years to explore.

Not enough staff,

expected to guard hundreds of prisoners
all intent on escape.

Now, we must impose firm discipline,
yes, of course.

But that discipline must be recognised
as fair and just on both sides

or this place could be a powder barrel.

Now, Mohn is not the right type
for Colditz. He doesn't fit.

He might easily cause
a great deal of trouble.

Have you put this request
for a transfer in writing?

No, I wanted to speak to you first.
- Don't.

Do nothing of the kind,
for your own welfare.

You were kind enough to say that I had
prevented an explosion here in Colditz.

Now, that is only possible with
the right staff.

Mohn invites hostility
to no good purpose.

He could very easily cause an explosion.

Thank you.

Do you know that he served
on the Fuhrer's personal staff?

Yes.

Mohn has a fighting record
second to none.

He is highly thought of in quarters
where 1, a general,

must stand rigidly to attention.

If any attempt were made
to transfer him,

questions would be asked.

1, for one, am not prepared
to answer those questions.

You can formally make your request,
that's up to you.

But I'm sorry. I couldn't help you.

Some things are within my power.

Removing Mohn from Colditz is not.

I shall forget this conversation.
I suggest you do the same.

I seem to have very little alternative.

Commanders cannot always choose
their subordinates.

Come on. Let's speed it up a bit.

Tim, here, here.

Dick, here, here.

May I see?

A cricket ball?
- Yeah.

It's heavier than I imagined.

Also harder.

Is it you to throw, Mr Carter?

That's right.

Bad luck, Mr Carter.

What have you done?
- I don't know.

Don't touch it.
- Come on, pick him up.

That's it.

Careful.

I have considered
the representations you made

about the prisoners' mail and also
about the Red Cross parcels.

I have to inform you that
your request for reconsideration

on these matters is rejected.

May I ask your reasons?

In effect, Colonel, you were querying
orders given by my second-in-command.

I assume that all orders are
ultimately your responsibility.

Yes, that is so.

But I have discussed
the points you made with Major Mohn.

He has made his reply
and I do not wish to overrule him.

I regret your decision, Kommandant.

And must ask for an interview
with the protecting powers

at the earliest opportunity.

That opportunity may be
somewhat distant.

Please sit down, Colonel.

I would prefer that we understand
each other as much as possible.

How do you feel?

The MO says
I've got to stay in bed for a few days.

Apparently, I did the fracture
a lot of no good.

The old man wants to talk
to the escape committee.

Oh, right.
- Stay where you are. He's coming here.

All right, gentlemen. Thank you.

How are you, Simon?
- All right, sir.

I fell down and made a fool of myself.

Yes, so I heard.

Now, gentlemen,
I want to brief you about something

and then I want you to pass it on
to the others.

It concerns Major Mohn.
- Oh, that so-and-so.

Needs a kick up the backside.
- Yes, maybe he does, but not by us.

I have to advise extreme caution
when dealing with that man.

Just 'cause he's collected all those
gongs, he thinks he's God Almighty.

No, there's more to him than that.

Well, I'd like to see him taken down
a peg or two, anyway.

Now, the Kommandant has made it
as clear to me as he possibly can

that when dealing with Major Mohn,
he is not master in his own house.

Apparently, that gentleman
has some very high connections.

The Kommandant doesn't want any trouble,

but I'm sure
that Major Mohn would welcome it.

All right, let's give him some.

Now, these last escapes have really
got under their skin, you know.

I don't want to give Mohn any chance
of turning trigger-happy.

So, for the time being,
we'll just keep calm and take it easy.

Ignore him as much as you can.

Don't give him any excuse.

I don't want him collecting another gong
for quelling some so-called mutiny

here in Colditz.

Now, is that understood?

Yes, sir.
- If that's what you think, sir.

That is what I think, yes.

All right, Simon?

Yes, sir.

Okay, that's all.
- One thing, sir, before you go.

Do you still want me
to be escape officer?

Yes.

Right, sir. Then you've got me.

Now, look here...
- I am sorry, Downing.

What made you change your mind?

If the only way to get at Major Mohn
is to get chaps out of Colditz,

then when the time comes,
I want to be the one who does it.

And I'll gladly stay here
and watch his face when it happens.

Good morning, Mr Carter.

Still no improvement?
- No, it's going to take a long time.

That's too bad,
you should avoid strenuous games.

Yes, I'm going to devote myself
to chess in future.

Really, do you play chess?

A bit.

I reached the national finals in Berlin,
just before the war.

We must have a game sometime.
- Good idea. I just might beat you.

I doubt that, Mr Carter.

Still, we'll see.
- That's right, we'll see.