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Uh, Sweden.

I'm... I'm... Swedish

but I speak a little English.

We're coming on board.

All are welcome.
All are welcome.

Even the little one.
He can come too.

Welcome.

Why are you here?

Just a little sailing holiday.

A jolly boys trip.

Take your hands off.

Papers?

Passport?

Here you go.

Any other people on the boat?

Just the two of us.

Nein.

Come, come, we
have lots to eat...

Take your dirty hands off me!

Back off!

And you,

put your hands in the air!

Ooh!

You're in trouble now!

You've been a naughty boy!

I'll give you 100
francs to shoot him.

Don't shoot me!

He hates Germans. You
should really shoot him.

I... I'm sorry. You
are very scary.

Make him walk the plank.

He loves wood.

Dirty drunken animal!

Guilty as charged.

I always take a can of kerosene

for just these
sort of occasions.

It's been a while,

but the last time
someone laughed at me

when I boarded their vessel,

I gave them the choice.

Either swim to shore

or take their chances
on a burning ship.

Hans and I wondered
which option they'd choose,

death by water or death by fire.

Oddly, they chose both.

They waited until
the very last moment,

until their hair was on fire,

and their blistered skin
peeled from their fingers,

before they immersed
themselves in water

in the vain hope

of reaching shore.

One of them

sank immediately and perished.

But to our amazement,
the big one,

he showed great spirit.

In spite of all the odds...

he painstakingly
made it to shore.

We followed and cheered him on

and rewarded this
impressive achievement

with a bullet

to the back of his head.

Isn't that funny?

Why aren't you laughing?

Nice work, Lassen.

There's more where
that came from.

Yes.

Ah...

Not sure it's working, Lassen.

The captain looks
rather agitated.

They're bringing
their guns to bear.

They'll find their
range soon, sir.

Freddy, should we be worried?

Oh, I don't think so, sir.

It's a rather large explosive,
so I set a rather large fuse.

I located the outside
of the powder room,

so when it goes bang,

it really should go bang.

Closer...

Should be any second now, chaps.

Freddy?

Good work, Frederick.

Thank you, Captain.

Now, any chance you can tell us

what we're doing here, sir?

The war in Europe rages on

as Hitler and his Nazi horde
sweep aside all in their path.

Poland, Belgium and now France

have all fallen to
Hitler's fascist regime,

leaving Britain holding
up the final hopes

of liberation for all of Europe.

So, come on, Blighty,
get ready for a fighty.

But we cannot do it alone.

And any hope for
our American brothers

to join us from
across the Atlantic

remains frustrated

by Germany's secret
weapon, the U-boat.

These deadly little submarines

hunt at will in
the North Atlantic.

Undetectable, the U-boat
sinks ships indiscriminately,

whether carrying
munitions, provisions

or civilians heading

from our companions
across the pond.

So long as the
U-boats rule the Atlantic,

it remains impossible

for America's brave
troops to reach our shores.

Will Britain be forced
to appease Hitler's plans

or face devastation
from his offensive?

London burns and
her seas run red,

as bombs from above
and torpedoes from below

grind the Brits down.

And with no defense
against these lethal U-boats,

it appears all hope may be lost

for peace in Europe.

The Germans cut off our
supply chain with U-boats,

we cut off the supply
chain to the U-boats.

Through our intelligence agents,

we've found a way.

The entire

servicing, repairing,
and rearming

of Hitler's Atlantic
U-boat fleet...

is operated by two
Nazi tug boats...

and an Italian supply
ship in Fernando Po.

I need men who are willing
to go and sink those ships.

Why don't we just
air-raid Fernando Po

and sink the ships?

Because crafty Germans,
being crafty Germans,

have positioned themselves
in a Spanish colony.

Fernando Po is
neutral territory.

If we attack that colony,

the rest of unoccupied
Europe will join the Nazis,

and it's only a question of time

before we find ourselves

frying big pink sausages

wearing nothing but lederhosen.

Hitler is not
playing by the rules

and neither are we.

This will of course
be an unsanctioned,

unauthorized and
unofficial mission.

If they're captured
by the British,

they'll be thrown in jail.

But if the Nazis find them...

it's torture and death.

Somewhat contentiously,

I may have just the man,

but rather inconveniently,

he's currently incarcerated
at His Majesty's pleasure.

We may not like his attitude,

but he's bold, he's a killer,

and the men will
follow him anywhere.

Are we sure this is a good idea?

Of course we're not.

But we're desperate.

Send him in.

Forward!

Stand there, Major.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Gus March-Phillips,

this is Lieutenant Commander...

Fleming. Ian Fleming.

He used to be at
Naval Intelligence,

now he works for me.

Why am I here, M?

I have a mission
I want you to lead.

Why are you asking me, M?

Help yourself to a
cup of tea, Major.

We both know that I'm...

not very popular with
the administration.

The reason they
find you unattractive

is the very reason
I find you attractive.

Mission?

Operation Postmaster.

To neutralize the German U-boats

in the North Atlantic.

And, uh, what's the plan?

The U-boats need

- fuel and torpedoes.
- Oh.

But they also need

carbon dioxide
filters for oxygen.

Without them, they can't
dive and they can't hunt.

Stuck on the surface,
they're obsolete.

Target?

The Duchessa d'Aosta.

She's an Italian ship the
Germans have been using...

to refuel, re-arm and replenish

the CO2 filters
for the entire fleet.

She's hidden off the
coast of West Africa.

A small island
called Fernando Po.

We want you to, um, sink her.

You'll be posing as fishermen

sailing down the west coast

on board a trawler loaded
with enough explosives

to destroy the Duchessa.

This is Agents
Heron and Stewart.

They'll be working
undercover on the island.

Mr. Heron's already
established there,

running various businesses.

What businesses?

A casino bar, and
illegal exports game.

Profitable?

I do quite well.

High-ranking Nazis are
my most valued clients.

Good for you.

Miss Stewart, an
actress and singer,

has been training with
us for the last two years.

She'll be posing

as a gold trader from New York.

Her mission is to
seduce and distract

the island's Commanding
Officer Heinrich Luhr.

She's very capable and
somewhat motivated.

Motivated how, sir?

My mother's side
were German Jews.

They were the first to go.

Very sorry to hear that.

I'm sure you'll recover.

We have 44 days

before the Nazis
move their operation.

We won't find them again.

If I'm to do this, I'll
need my own team.

You won't like them.
They're all, uh...

mad.

They'll need to be.
Give us their names.

Henry Hayes.

A smart, young Irishman
who hates the Nazis

because his older brother,

who was a close friend of mine,

drowned after a U-boat
sank his fishing trawler.

I've taken him under
my wing ever since.

He's cunning, quiet and wily.

More to the point,

Hayes is a magnificent
sailor and I trust him.

If we're going to try
and sink a large ship,

we'll need Freddy
"The Buzz" frogman.

He can swim across the
channel with his feet tied together.

Admittedly,

he's a convicted arsonist
and a terrible misery

unless he's
destroying something.

But he's very good
at blowing things up.

Next, we'll need
the Danish hammer.

Anders Lassen.

Grew up wrestling bears

and hunting elk
on his family estate.

He's a legend

with a Bowie knife
and a bow and arrow.

He ran away at
18 to fight the Nazis

after the Gestapo tortured
his brother to death.

He gave up filleting
game for gutting Nazis.

He then turned up on our shores

ready to fight alongside us.

He is an uncontrollable mad dog

who knows a
hundred creative ways

to kill a man.

And finally,

and most importantly, we'll
need Geoffrey Appleyard.

Yes, we thought you might.

That's why we sent him

on a reconnaissance
mission to Fernando Po.

Unfortunately,

the Nazis nabbed
him on his return.

All the more reason. He
knows what we need to know.

He's a master planner,

a master survivor, a
chess grand master

and a surgeon with the blade.

We spent two weeks
together in a Dunkirk foxhole

and if it wasn't for Apple, I
would still be there today.

No Apple, no mission.

I'm afraid that's impossible.

Why?

Because he's being held

by an entire German
garrison on La Palma.

La Palma's on the way.

- That's insanity.
- You let me worry about that.

I must get me
one of those coats.

Now, any chance you can tell us

what we're doing here, sir?

Dry yourself off,
frogman, and I'll tell you.

The curiosity is
eating us all up, sir.

I apologize for all
the secrecy, chaps.

But this is

an unsanctioned, unofficial
and unauthorized mission.

If we're picked up by the Brits,

we will all go to jail.

If we're picked up
by the Germans,

torture and death.

So, it's just the
four of us then?

And Captain Appleyard.

He's responsible for
securing this information.

He is, however,
in a spot of bother.

He is being held by the
Germans on La Palma.

Our first job is
to liberate him.

- Oh, so, that's all, is it?
- No.

We need to confirm
Appleyard's intelligence.

That's why there
are two more agents

on their way to Fernando
Po by train, as we speak.

Doing what, exactly?

They'll be ensuring

that those ships are
filled with supplies,

so they're worth blowing
up in the first place.

It's one thing taking
over the world,

but do they have to
take over the kitchen too?

It's all sausage,
cabbage and black bread.

Who would you have preferred?

The French offer the
refined classical take.

Cote de boeuf,
fromage, le beurre...

ca suffit!

What about the rustic
spontaneity of the Italians?

Their oils, the
linguine, the tomatoes.

I'd climb over the linguine
to get to the fettucine.

But the cinghiale.

Mmm.

You have me with the wild boar.

But then again,
the Spanish offer

the smorgasbord

of the regional
paella and tapas.

And Jamon Iberico Andalucia.

So?

We're between a
rock and a hard place.

If the Brits win the war,

we're stuck with fish and chips.

If the Germans win the war,

we're stuck with this menu.

So?

We'll have the
sausage, the cabbage

and the black bread please.

Tres bien. Merci.

Our situation?

Steady.

Steady.

Now.

Mmm.

I'm exhausted.

Entschuldigung, bitte.

Halt!

Is there a problem?

I can manage myself, thank you.

Allow me, Miss Stewart.

Allow me.

Thank you.

Prost!

Door.

Locked.

Case?

Working on it.

Sir, contact.

Contact.

Standing by.

Duchessa's manifest. Ready?

- Ready.
- 400 B-grade torpedoes. Check.

400 B-grade torpedoes.

Check.

Check.

5,000 tons of diesel. Check.

5,000 tons of diesel.

- Lieutenant.
- Yes, sir?

Check.

Check.

10,000 carbon
dioxide filters. Check.

End of message from Stork, sir.

Confirm receipt.

Receipt confirmed.

Urgent, Chequers.

Get the car ready.
Inform Fleming.

Let's pack it up.

No point robbing the bank

if there's no gold in the vault.

Thank you.

It's truly comforting to know

there's at least one
gentleman in the world.

Ah! Idiot!

Good day.

Sausage, cabbage
and black bread.

Hitler has made us an offer.

An appeasement.

But we must step down our army,

surrender our Navy
and accept Nazi rule.

Otherwise, he promises

total destruction of
Britain and her empire.

Our best option

is to take Hitler's
deal while we can.

The Air Marshal agrees.

He has more bombs,
more men, more machines.

We won't survive much longer.

You have to make the
only decision you can make

in good conscience,
Prime Minister.

Good God, girls.
Listen to yourselves.

It's not appeasement,
it's surrender.

You still fail to realize
who we're up against.

With respect, Prime Minister,
it's you who doesn't realize.

We cannot hope to defeat him.

Hitler is the
mainspring of evil,

a guttersnipe.

This is not a man that
we can negotiate with.

I've read his book,
Admiral Pound.

The man is a vicious,
victimized ideologue.

He cannot be trusted.

If I thought that we
could've achieved peace

through surrendering,

I'd have done it already.

We need to stop our
country from starving.

We need three
million tons of supplies

to cross the
Atlantic every month.

We are currently losing
50% of that to U-boat attacks.

Another reason to take the deal.

I've not finished,
Algernon, darling.

We need the Americans,

and they will
never enter the war

if we already appear
to be a losing side.

Ending hostilities with Germany

is the best path
out of this mess.

We are all in agreement,
Prime Minister.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Yes, thank you, gentlemen!

M, Fleming, this
better be good news.

Prime Minister,

we have the manifest here, sir.

It's been confirmed

the Duchessa is fully
laden with supplies

to keep the U-boats
operational indefinitely.

If we're going to sink
her, now is the time.

They're on their way.

And their chances?

Well, if anyone can, they can.

But if we're discovered,

parliament will
remove you from office.

Well,

we'd better make sure
we're not discovered then.

We'll take it
from the cliffside.

It's an 85-foot sheer climb.

No one should notice

a small, innocuous
fishing vessel.

We'll set up in the woods
and see what we're up against,

then we'll go for a night raid.

Slip in quietly, find
Apple, come out fast.

Numbers?

Intelligence suggests
a garrison of 50 to 60.

That should be about 15 each.

Lassen, try not to be greedy.
You do have a reputation.

My killing days are over.

I'm just here as a
peacekeeping observer.

Freddy, bag the kit,
silence the weapons.

When do we go?

0200.

Take the towers first, then
move onto the radio room,

barracks and end up
in the control room...

What do we have here?

Gestapo.

How'd you know?

The badder they are,
the better they're dressed.

I really must get me
one of those coats.

They must be here for Apple.

It's either torture
or, uh, extraction, sir.

If they extract him,
it'll be the end of Apple.

We won't be seeing him again.

I'm afraid, gentlemen,

we're not going to
have the luxury of night.

We're going to
have to go in now.

So, what's happened there then?

It looks like

they've been plugged
full of arrows, Haysey.

Well, where did the arrows go?

Straight through them.

There were two more
round the other side.

Where are they now?

Same place as these two.

Nazi heaven.

Well, we've got less
than seven minutes

before they're missed.

Alarms, dogs. None of it good.

Go undercover of the engine.

Only break cover
when things go bang.

I have a great idea, Lassen.

Why don't you
march off by yourself

and fill those
Germans full of arrows?

Freddy, grab the scissors
and help him with that fence.

Aye, sir.

Haysey, you're
with me. We go left.

Freddy, Lassen, you go right.

Fill your boots,
gentlemen, and bon appetit.

See you at the tower.

And remember,
gentlemen, try to have fun.

So far, so good.

Doing rather well, Haysey.

Oh, why thank you, sir.

It's very good.

Sounds like stealth mode's over.

Haysey, down!

Nein! Nein!

Do we know each other?

No.

Is that a heart, Lassen?

For the avoidance of doubt.

Apple, old boy.

- Gus.
- I see you two have met.

This is Haysey.

- Pleasure, Haysey.
- Pleasure's mine.

I thought you might need these.

Jolly thoughtful of you.

You all find him?

Oh, goody.

Bloody hell, what
happened to your nipples?

You all right?

Couldn't unplug me,
could you? Battery's still on.

Did you see the Duchessa,

the tug boats?

And rather a lot
of Nazi soldiers.

Why wasn't that in your report?

Because those
soldiers and those guns,

and those S-Boats are all new.

That's a lot more than
the boys are expecting.

A month ago, it was
a dozen mechanics.

Six drunk sailors.

Two fat Spaniards.

And a Nazi in a pear tree.

I'd say, we're gonna
need more help.

You leave that to me.

Of course.

But right now...

you need to meet that man.

Your man. The
reason you're here.

Ah.

The only thing
worse than a Nazi...

is him.

I'm very disappointed, Heron.

There are 16 crates
in my warehouse

you have not yet
shipped to the mainland.

No need to fret, Herr Luhr.

They'll still be delivered
by the agreed date.

That may be.

But they take up valuable space.

For this, I expect

a significant
reduction in your fee.

I can do 5%...

as a gesture of goodwill.

Twenty. And don't waste
my precious time haggling.

Well, strictly speaking,

there should be no reductions,

since there's not yet been
any breach of contract.

Five is more than polite,
20 rings like a sour note,

it jars.

It jars?

Am I being accused
of disharmony?

I take that as a
personal affront.

And I am supposing
you are not the secretary.

Miss Stewart is the
contact I said I'd arrange.

Ah, your New York gold contact?

I told you,

I already have a
satisfying arrangement.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

Well, I hope I don't disappoint.

I can't make a decision
on this presentation.

Early days.

Well, if early days
do come too soon,

and seasons change
with a Hunter's Moon.

Hmm.

Hmm.

I have to say, Heron,

for all your flaws,

you do have a habit of
pulling rabbits from hats.

So, how much gold
do you wish to move,

Miss Stewart?

As much as you can find.

As I mentioned before,

I do already have a very
profitable arrangement.

And despite of your commentary,

I pride myself on
maintaining harmony.

Now, why should I entertain you?

Because you'll make more
money and have lots of fun

whilst doing so.

If I'm not good for my
word, don't pay me.

Bravo.

I will talk to my people
and then we'll rendezvous.

Lovely.

When the sly red
cat barks at dawn,

and kills just for her pleasure,

who shares the
meal the cat did steal

when both looked on in pleasure?

Auf wiedersehen.

The riddle was a nice touch.

The hook's in.

Now be careful
how you reel him in.

I'll make sure the
harbor's empty

when the boys arrive.

How are you going to do that?

I'll throw a party at my club.

A costume party for the officers

and a second party at
the dock for the soldiers.

People like my parties.

Everyone but Luhr.

That will be your job.

All the rats will
follow the piper.

So, if I understand correctly,

we're currently
here in La Palma.

We'll sail around
German-controlled Africa

to Fernando Po,

which is just north
of the Equator,

just off the West African coast.

So that's the shortest route?

Yes, but we don't
want to go shorter.

Our priority is not to be seen.

You mean, be seen again.

Again? Getting a little
sloppy on us now, Gussy?

Had a run-in already?

Never mind us, Apple, old boy.

Remind me again

how you found your nipples
attached to a car battery.

Yes. Wasn't my fault.

Bad intelligence. Plus
it was almost worth it

to watch the
heart-snatcher at work.

I'm better known as
a lover than a fighter.

Jesus Christ!

If that's how you fight,
I'd hate to see you love.

You don't have to
worry about that,

you're too pretty for me.

Freddy, on the other hand...

You'd have to catch me first.

I do love to hunt.

You'd be lucky.

I'm really getting quite hot.

Anyway, my suggestion is
that we take this wider route.

It's obviously longer

but it should avoid any
awkward conversations

with German U-boats
or British warships.

Weather-dependent,

we should make
it there in 15 days.

Agreed.

Haysey, do you think
you could manage that?

Leave it to me, sir.

Just do as you're told

and get me another drink!

Captain, sir.

Can I get you something to eat?

May I... Come this way.

Take your hands off me.

You know,

I like you, Femi.

But you touch me again
and you're going to jail.

Femi.

I'll deal with him.

Please take care
of Miss Stewart.

You know what you
need, Captain Binea?

I know what I need.

But do you, Ricardo?

You need another drink.

Marty,

good stuff.

Ricardo, that's why I love you.

You understand.

This is Fernando Po.

Everybody's welcome.

Si... Everybody.

Too many body I think.

Armando?

Have you fallen out
with our new friends?

It's not fair, Ricardo.

This is my harbor.

I am in charge.

Are they stepping on your toes?

They don't step, they stamp!

They tell Captain Binea nothing.

Only now do I hear

the Duchessa is
leaving the harbor early.

Well, good riddance.

The harbor will be yours again.

When will you be free
of that ugly vessel?

Three days earlier.

Then we should
have another drink.

To celebrate. Marty...

Another round for
our Harbor Master.

So, Captain, do you know
where they wish to relocate?

It's neither cat nor
dog that kills for fun,

it's the vixen, not another.

There's only two
that kill for fun,

my pretty friend,

the fox and his human brother.

I believe I have
resolved your little riddle.

Chapeau. You play well.

Speaking of foxes,

Horowitz and Meyer,
West 47th Street.

Have you heard of them?

I don't believe I have, no.

They're the largest gold traders

in Midtown New York

and you haven't heard of them?

I'm afraid I haven't, no.

I am familiar, of course,
with Horowitz and Haim.

But they're in the
west side of the city.

But then again,

I'm sure you already
knew that, didn't you?

I'm curious,

how do you find
dealing with the Jew?

Oh, dear.

I've slipped from one snare

only to find myself in another.

How shall I put this?

I fear your brilliant leader

has mischaracterized
the ancient tribe of Jahuda.

Their ability to not only

survive 3,000 years
with a boot on their neck,

but to prosper in spite of it...

I suspect it inspired
satanic jealousy within him.

In conclusion,

it looks as though

the lady doth protest too much.

Is there a cherry to go
on this blasphemous cake,

or have you finished?

I must confess,

not only do I respect
and admire the Jew...

I am one.

Kidding!

They're greedy rats.

I think this could be

the beginning of a
beautiful friendship.

Then I shall throw
a party to celebrate.

I don't care for parties.

Oh, spoilsport!
Everybody loves a party.

The Duchessa's leaving

three days earlier
than we thought.

If we don't tell the Maid Honor,

they'll arrive too late.

Incoming.

Contact.

More Jerries on the
island than expected.

Tin of corned
beef's out of pantry

three days early.

I'll take that.

It's confidential,
sir. For M only.

When it comes to
make the extraction,

it needs to be a very...

Sir. Message, sir.

More Jerries on the
island than expected.

Corned beef's out of the pantry

three days early.

Move faster.

Yes, but there's increased
U-boat sightings in the area.

Sir.

The mission's still proceeding.

So, there's more
soldiers on the island

and the boat's leaving earlier?

Yes.

Well, how are we
meant to move faster?

We can't move faster.

We're going as fast as we can.

This is a fishing boat,
it's not a speedboat.

Prime Minister,

the Duchessa's leaving
Fernando Po in 12 days.

On our current schedule,

they'll arrive
three days too late.

Can it still be done?

We're still awaiting a response

from Major Phillips.

If we can't move
faster, we'll go shorter.

We can get to
Fernando Po in 12 days.

Hold on, you said
we couldn't go shorter.

No, I said we don't
want to go shorter.

He said we'll get
mowed down by a U-boat.

Or worse, picked
up by the Brits.

Their armada of destroyers
are crossing there.

We will literally be
sailing over U-boats.

Sorry, lads, we go shorter.

Drei, zwei, eins...

Gentlemen, as I
speak to you now,

London once again

shudders beneath a Nazi
onslaught from the skies.

And at such times,

the hearts of men
are stirred to duty.

But you are not such men.

You were not chosen

for your conspicuous
honor or high ideals.

You were chosen

because you are the last resort.

The mission you have been given

is of a sort never
before undertaken.

It demands ruthless
men, who will not hesitate

to stoop beneath the
conventions of war.

Men who do not keep clean hands.

Men like you.

And yet, who still conspire

in their own discordant harmony.

Who know and yet do not
care that they may never return.

And who press
onward not for glory,

or for duty, or for me,

but because you are
men who will not stop

until it is done.

Godspeed, gentlemen.

Uh... Chaps...

That's a British destroyer.

We should move.

We can't outrun that, sir.

Well, we've seen
them, they've seen us.

Hold fast, Maid Honor.

We're preparing
a boarding party.

Hello, Captain!

Nothing exciting here.

We're just Swedish fishermen.

Step forward, Jorgensen!

Jorgensen, you're Swedish.

Ask them where they're
heading, would you?

Not you, Lassen.

Uh...

I want to hear
March-Phillips have a go.

Ah.

Fair enough.

Game's up, Commander.

Can't blame a girl for trying.

Good effort, Major.

But I'm afraid you are going
to have to come with us.

May I ask under whose authority

we've been waylaid?

On the orders of Admiral Pound.

First Lieutenant.

You are pursuing

an unsanctioned
criminal enterprise

in international waters.

You're going to cause an upset.

I think we're a little
past upset, Commander.

Stevens, what have you got?

I had a ping, sir.

The greedy little Nazi

won't be satisfied with
holding most of Europe,

he's after our own
green and pleasant land.

Well, thank God you're here

with your little
wooden battleship

and your five-man army.

U-boat, bearing 273.

Sound the alarm.

Come aboard.

U-boat approaching.
Starboard side, sir.

Battle stations!

Major, if you know
what's good for you,

- you'll head home.
- Very good, Commander.

Haysey, get us away
from that torpedo magnet

as quickly as possible.

Aye, sir. Apple, man the stern.

Freddy, on the main sail.

Lassen to the bow,
now. Untie that station!

Aye.

Quickly now, lads!

Hoist that foresail
for us, will you, boys?

Main sail ready to haul!

All right, Freddy, now
raise that main sail!

Aye.

Report sounding.

Bearing 163.

Lassen, trim the main sail

and then tie it off!

How do you expect good?

Report sounding.

Bearing 115.

Fire depth charges.

So, this is your man
that gets things done?

His name is Kamp
Billy... with a K.

And he went to an
English boarding school?

Not just any boarding
school. He went to Eton,

the boarding school.

Right...

Then what's he doing here?

He's a prince.

A prince of what, exactly?

The Prince of Fernando Po!

So, he's part pirate,
part aristocrat?

Chic.

He's also a part
of our solution.

He's back in town.

Chief.

Seems like you always
come bearing gifts.

Is she for me?

Good luck with that.

I'm not for you,

but these are.

Mmm. Goodies. Yummy.

- Ade...
- Chief.

Come on, come on.

Someone has taste.

Rarer than hens' teeth.

Well, RH tells me that KB

is the only man to talk to

when it comes to
getting things done.

Why do I feel like
I've gone from being

the predator to the prey?

Quite an entrance, young lady.

It's on the condition
that we sample them...

now.

Ade, set the table.

Chief.

And then the Duke said,

"Push it in till it stops!"

You are quite the weapon.

I was right,

I was the prey.

I'll help you because
I don't like Nazis.

Not because they're Nazis
but because they're gauche.

I'll give you a tug and
12 of my best men,

including yours truly.

But if I'm gonna help
you, who's gonna help me?

Because you're
not a soldier, RH.

No, but she is.

She'll outshoot your best man.

I told you.

- No!
- No!

Stork delivery. Check.

Check.

Twenty-three boys. Check.

Stork delivery.

Twenty-three boys.

Seventeen girls.

Meeting point 20 kilometers
outside Fernando Po.

The rendezvous with Heron.

Can you get us there?

If the weather holds,

I can, sir.

Twenty quid says
this doesn't end well.

For who?

For them.

You can't bet on yourself,
Haysey. That's match-fixing.

Let's do it.

Heron, it's been too long.

Good to see you, Gus.

Apple.

This is Kamp Billy, the
Prince of Fernando Po.

Your Highness.

He's agreed to help us.

Forgive me, but...

I have a peculiar feeling
that we've met before.

I get that a lot. I'm
extremely well-traveled.

No, no. It's a particular sense.

I don't suppose you
played cricket, did you?

Captained Eton. '21 to '22.

I knew I knew your face!

Right next to the
trophy cabinet.

An eight-foot-tall
huge portrait.

Yes, exactly that!

One eye on the boundary...

one eye on the pub.

Bloody glad to have you aboard.

Bloody good to be here, old boy.

I'm very bored

with these Nazis making
a nuisance of themselves.

I mean, it's terrible
for business.

I'm only too pleased

to help you serve
them a bloody nose.

That's a commendable attitude.

So, what's your plan?

Apple.

We're going to
sink the Duchessa,

plus the two tugs.

Crippling Hitler's
Atlantic fleet of U-boats.

Very good.

The thing is, our
old friends the Nazis

aren't making it the easiest.

We're outnumbered
two hundred to five.

There's a few more
soldiers than we anticipated.

I think that we're gonna have

to find ourselves a
few more strapping lads.

Ade...

Right...

Yes, I think that will do.

We brought some
weapons if you need.

You hold onto those.
We brought our own.

Oyah! Show them the iron!

Marvelous.

You do know the Duchessa is

more than 200 feet
from the harbor side?

And she's in full
glare of the lights.

She's not gonna be easy to sink

without attracting
unwanted attention.

Yes. That's why
Heron will plant a bomb

to blow the lights,
before we paddle in

and rig the hull
with explosives.

By the time the
explosives detonate,

we'll be heading home.

If I had it my way, a
shot'll never be fired.

And how often do
you have it your way?

Depends on who you ask, old boy.

Gentlemen...

- Ade.
- Chief.

Prepare the men.

I'll take that 20 whenever
you're ready, Freddy.

The Duchessa will be
gone by the morning.

Can you manage that?

It's two wires and a tick-tock.

I'm sure I can cope.

It's not me you should
be worried about.

I've never taken
a Nazi to a party.

Just don't end up
at one of his parties.

Don't worry about me.

I'm gonna have
my own little party.

Drink for the boys, on
His Majesty's government.

Ordinarily, I'd
bite your hand off,

as I have been known
to love a pound note.

But on this occasion,

the drinks are on me.

However,

if His Majesty's government
was handing out titles...

You're already
a prince, old boy.

There's Prince of
Fernando Po, but...

a Knight of the Realm
has a certain antiquity to it.

Arise, Sir Kamp Billy.

You're a good man, Gus.

Good luck, Billy.

Hola!

Buenas tardes, companeros!

My Herr, you have a visitor.

Ta-da!

Cleopatra needs her Caesar.

Put it on.

Thank you, Timothy.

One second.

Timothy...

I have a counter offer.

Let's put this
dressing up aside.

It's for children. And
we are not children.

Let's make our own party.

A dark party.

A dark Nazi party.

With music, lubrication
and a handsome Nazi.

Since I've been here,

I've been bitten by things
that croak and slither,

scorpions nest in my
boots and I can't sleep

for the relentless
howl of jungle entropy.

Tonight,

I'm going to that party,
and you are taking me.

Now, put it on.

Oh.

Very well.

Ah! Hola!

We move when the lights go out.

All right, Ricardo,

today you're El Capitan.

Armando, the bar is yours.

Use it. Abuse it at your will.

That's why I love you.

Come with me, handsome.

I need you to keep
the men happy.

How happy?

Mmm.

Are the rats in the nest?

You won't find a German,
Spanish or Italian officer

anywhere else tonight.

Between the beer
fest at the harbor

and this little get-together,

that'll be 90% of the
soldiers away from the dock.

The charge is set to
blow the harbor lights

in 30 minutes.

Can you keep him here that long?

Silly boy, silly question.
Look at the dress.

Hi.

So, you call this a party?

This is just the thin
end of the wedge.

I've created a
performance just for you.

Well, I could show
you a real party.

Why do I care, Spaghetti?

Pizza.

Excuse me while
I powder my nose.

What, again?

Don't panic, Caesar.
Brush up on your Italian.

Your gift needs to be wrapped.

Keep those officers
drinking, please.

- Of course. Okay.
- Thank you, Femi.

The Duchessa's hull
has been reinforced.

It won't sink.

We need to stop the mission.

That's going to be hard to do.

Listen to me.

Our mission will fail.

The explosives won't work

because he's reinforced
it to be unsinkable.

You have to stop them now.

But the charge is
about to blow the lights.

Well, if you can't
stop the lights,

stop the men.

Luhr must not leave this party.

I'll keep him busy. Go, now.

And we're off.

Gus, wait.

Stork to Maid, Stork
to Maid, come in.

Channel five.

This is Maid. Switching to 20.

Go ahead.

Tin of corned beef
can't be cracked.

The ship cannot be sunk.

Explosives will fail.

It's Stork, sir.

Put him on open speaker.

Corned beef can't be cracked.

Stork, this is M.

Never mind the corned
beef. Just find a way.

- Over.
- Pound incoming, sir.

- Repeat...
- Switch that off.

We must...

Stop this immediately.

What you are doing ends now,

or every last one of you
will be subject to a tribunal.

Is that clear?

I don't know what
you're talking about, sir.

Is that correct, Sergeant?

Hold position.

How long, Stork?

- Awaiting orders.
- Give me that.

Stand by.

March-Phillips,

this is Admiral Pound
giving you a direct order.

Abort this mission now.

I will make sure that

none of you see
the light of day again.

You will spend the
rest of your lives

locked up at His
Majesty's pleasure.

That includes all of you.

Geoffrey Appleyard,

Anders Lassen,

- Freddy Buzz...
- I'm sorry...

and Henry Hayes.

Can't quite make out

what you're saying.

Bye.

Is... Is that clear?

Sorry? What?

I can't... I can't
quite hear you.

Please... fuck off.

You and your operation
are reckless, Brigadier.

I will personally
advise parliament

to have the Prime Minister
removed from office.

And I am going to shut you down.

Message received
loud and clear, sir.

I suggest you also
fuck off, Sergeant.

Fleming, contact March-Phillips.

Lily, get me the Prime
Minister on hotline.

- Right away, sir.
- Come in, 01.

Come in, do you receive?

- Yes?
- Prime Minister,

I'm afraid we've
been discovered.

There was a mole in our midst

and Admiral Pound

has ordered the
mission to be aborted.

He wants to have parliament
remove you from office.

The mission must continue.

01, this is base. Over.

Tell Pound if he has a problem,

to take it up with me.
He knows where I live.

Tell the men to press on.

I'm afraid we've lost
all communication, sir.

There must be
something that we can do.

The only thing I
can do is remind you,

the reason we
chose March-Phillips

is because he
doesn't follow orders.

Then let's hope we chose well.

The Duchessa's hull
has been reinforced.

Which means she can't be sunk.

At least not with the amount
of explosives we're carrying.

Just wondering how and
when exactly this took place.

It's not important how
and when, it's happened.

Well, it is kind of
important, Gus.

I don't care about
the prison time,

but I do care about
finishing what we've started.

Thank you, Freddy.

There must be
some sort of mistake.

You can't just reinforce...

There's no mistake, Haysey.

I'm just lost about
how and when exactly...

Enough!

Why don't we sink the tug boats?

Get rid of the
shuttle to the U-boats.

It's not enough.

They'll replace them in a week.

Why don't we steal them?

We can use Billy's boat

to drag the Duchessa
out of the harbor

and steal the other
two German tug boats

that service the U-boats.

And how are we
supposed to do that?

Not only is she double-plated,
weighing twice as much,

but you'd need a full crew
to move a ship that size.

The tug boats are the crew.

We tow the Duchessa
out to the ocean

and, well, steal the lot.

Then what? We
still can't sink them.

We don't need to.

We sail into
international waters

and hand everything
over to the Navy.

They're following us anyway,

so they'll be more than
happy to see us again.

And what about the anchor?

Have you seen the size of it?

If we're gonna actually
start to move her,

their S-boats will
catch us in seconds.

Well, what are you going to do

with all the explosives
you brought, Freddy?

We'll use them to
blow the anchor.

We'll rig the S-boats
so they can't follow,

rig the fuel reserve that
supplies the U-boats,

and then, well, blow the lot up.

That fuel explosion's
gonna bring

everyone and their
mother down to the harbor.

We set the fuse,

so that the fuel dump blows
once we're outside the harbor.

Then we sneak out quietly.

Not bad.

It's very greedy.

- Well, I'm in.
- Well,

I'm not leaving until I have
a barrel full of Nazi hearts.

I'll do whatever
you tell me to do, sir.

Gentlemen,

let's steal some boats.

Turns out she's double-plated,
so change of plans.

We're going to steal
the boats instead.

Is that even possible?

I'm not entirely sure.

But if you're up
for it, so are we.

And you know what that means.

A lot more blood
and a lot more sweat.

Hopefully not any
of ours, old boy.

I don't think we can do
this without you, Billy.

Well, I'm up for it if you are.

I think we're gonna
need your tug.

Haysey and I will take
a stroll along the harbor

and take out any
soldiers still patrolling.

Freddy will bring
his dinghy around

and take care of the S-boats.

We'll meet you by the tug boats.

And the Duchessa?

That's Apple and me.

We'll take care of any
crew and blow the anchor.

And destroy their comms.

Not sure what
you'll meet on board.

Take my top boy and
two more of my men.

Gentlemen, let's prepare.

Not yet.

Mein Herr.

Haysey...

Up there on the left, sir.

Yes.

He made a crash!

We could take that car, sir.
Save us some shoe leather.

Incoming.

Papers please.

- Commander.
- All good, Freddy?

Charges are set to go

once we're out
of the harbor, sir.

Let's carry on then.

Did you enjoy your gift?

Mmm.

I think now it's time

that the fox shows
his den to the vixen.

Heron, why are
the lights still on?

I lit the room with oil lamps,

so they wouldn't notice
when the power went out.

Look out!

Freddy, rig this 88,

then take the first
tug with Haysey.

Gute nacht.
- Guten abend.

Guten abend.

Terribly sorry, old boy.

Do you mind? I seem to...

have misplaced my knife.

Bugger!

Thank you, Billy.

Oh!

I hope that's not
your blood, Lassen.

I hope so too.

Okay, boys, cast off.

Let's get this ship out of here.

Go on. Go on...

Go on!

There's three more
rooms just like this one.

That should stop the U-boats
for the next six months.

Let's get this thing
towed out of here.

We are here, boys.

Quietly. Let's set a warning.

I need you to go to
the front of the boat

and attach the Vulcan
to the Duchessa,

Lassen and I will
head to the bridge.

Okay.

Take the right side.

And you, get up there
and get this thing started.

It's Gus.

Everyone's in place.

What,

you didn't actually think
it would work, did you?

It was your plan.

Well, let's make sure

we keep our end of the bargain.

Signal back and I'll heave off.

So, what happens now?

We wait for the
anchor chain to blow.

When do we expect
that to happen?

Shortly, I hope.

And then we're free to take her.

However, the real race
begins once the fuel depot goes.

Then we'll have every
soldier on the island turning up.

We don't wanna be
around to witness that.

How long was that fuse

you attached to
the anchor chain?

We'll find out soon enough.

Wait for it, you're
gonna catch the rope.

Come on.

First domino falls.

- Hitch up the other line.
- Yes, boss.

Pick up the slack.

They need to move her
before the fuel dump blows.

Heron, we need Marjorie.

Leave Marjorie to me.

We'll catch you up.

Very good.

Let's go!

I have to say, Fraulein,

you were good.

And you were sly.

There are only
two types of people

that are as sly as the fox.

The German

and the Jew.

And you are not German.

I think now it's time...

for a real party.

That wasn't supposed
to happen yet.

Shackle her!

And follow me.

The harbor is under attack!

They're coming.

We need power on the engine.

- She's too heavy!
- Pick up the slack!

Wait...

She's not moving!

Fire! Fire! Fire!

Wait for it.

We need more
power on the engine.

Give me more power! More power!

That's it, it's working!

That's it!

Ready!

Haysey!

We're out of range now.

I'm no expert.

But you've got a big old
hole in your shoulder, Haysey.

Captain,

would you explain to
me what's going on here?

The power is gone.

The fuel depot has
been sabotaged.

And no one knows
what's happening.

But this is your fault.

Where is my ship?

The Duchessa, where did it go?

Someone's taken him
while you weren't looking.

You idiot!

You always have to say something

at the very wrong time.

There is never a
right time with you!

Your greed and perversion

has distracted you
from your duties.

Now my harbor is destroyed.

And my ship is gone!

And now you're
gone too. Thank you.

Impressive.

Sounds like your
detonators worked.

Chapeau, mademoiselle.

You play well. You
really are the vixen.

Am I?

Well, my hand's been revealed.

So, what now?

Now, I possess your hand

and for everything
you have done to me,

I will visit a thousand
fold upon you.

Yeah.

But no.

Lie down.

Gus, we can't wait much longer.

They're coming.

If we stay here,

we'll lose contact
with the others.

Hold fast, Billy.

Heron has a way of
surviving and Marjorie,

well... good luck with that.

That's a patrol boat
coming towards us.

Gus, we need to leave. Now.

Hold on...

It's them.

Marjorie.

Overdressed and
underdressed at the same time.

Come on, let's get you
out of those shackles.

Come in, Violet.

Calling H.M.S. Violet.

Come in, Violet.

This is Maid Honor.

Go ahead, Maid Honor.

Loudspeaker.

Sorry to bother you
at this time of the night,

but we've found ourselves
with one or two items

that might be of
interest to you.

Shall we rendezvous
for a handover?

Get me Admiral Pound.

- Yes?
- Sir,

- good news and bad news.
- Yes, yes. Get to it.

Bad news, they didn't sink her.

Good news,

they stole her.

Congratulations, Prime Minister.

Hold it there!

Commander.

You were ordered
by Admiral Pound

to cease activities.

You did not.

Therefore, you are to
be returned to England

to face a tribunal. You.

Return to your tug with
the rest of your militia.

- Take them to the brig.
- Sir!

Good to see you too, Commander.

Separate cells.

Follow me!

Let's go! Let's get moving!

Come on.

Go on, move.

One moment, seaman.

Billy.

One eye on the boundary...

One eye on the pub.

They'll thank you
for this one day.

I'm not sure

that's what we were
really looking for, was it,

Your Highness?

Shop's open for
you anytime, Major.

Sorry to intrude,
Prime Minister,

but M thought you
should see this.

Thank you, Gloria.

Line up. Face front!

Line up. Face front!

No need to shout.

Stand still!

Any chance of a cup of tea?

You, back up to the wall.

Off the cloth, moth.

Stand straight!

Never before have
the senior Military

and Navy Commanders
of this country

been so united in
their condemnation.

It is their view

that the discipline

on which our armed
forces depends

has been undermined
by men serving no master

but their own thirst for
blood, murder and mayhem.

Men who disobeyed a direct order

from the Admiral
of the fleet himself,

and chose instead

to trust the whim and intuition

of the man standing beside him.

How dare they.

When only this morning,

the first American soldiers
arrived on British soil,

ready to stand
shoulder to shoulder

with us in Europe.

Allies who risked death
crossing the North Atlantic,

and only by some miracle

found their crossing
untroubled by Nazi U-boats.

A happy circumstance,
I might add,

which cannot be accounted for,

but which has cleared the
way for the United States

to enter the European war.

And for which I know

President Roosevelt to
be immeasurably grateful.

But setting aside

this stroke of
unexplained fortune,

what is to be done
with this unruly company

who do not obey orders?

Who seem to have formed

their own ministry of
ungentlemanly warfare.

From now on, they work for me.