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[lion roaring]

[bear grunts]

[storm rages]

- [guitar strumming] - [whistling]

[sea gushing]

[suspenseful music crescendo]

[boat engine humming]

[sailors speaking in German]

[in German] Where do you sail from?

[in English] Er, Sweden.

[in German] Do you speak English?

[in English] I'm… Swedish, but I speak a little English.

We're coming on board.

- [sailors shouting in German] - [tense music]

All are welcome. All are welcome.

Even the little one. He can come too.

[distant talking, shouting]

Why are you here?

Just a little sailing holiday.

A jolly boys' trip.

Take your hands off.

Papers? Passport?

Agh… here you go.

Any other people on the boat?

Just the two of us.

[in German] Anybody else down there?

Nein.

Search every corner.

[in English] Come, come, we have lots to eat…

Take your dirty hands off me!

- [German sailors shouting] - [guns cocking]

Back off!

[sailor speaking German]

And you, put your hands in the air!

[laughs]

Oooh, ho-ho! [laughs] You're in trouble now!

You've been a naughty boy!

[both men laughing]

I'll give you one hundred francs to shoot him.

Don't shoot me! [laughs]

He hates Germans. You should really shoot him. [laughs]

[laughs] I'm sorry. You are very scary.

Make him walk the plank. He loves wood. [laughs]

Dirty drunken animal!

- Guilty as charged. - [laughter]

[sailor speaking German]

- [sailors shouting] - [tense music]

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… - [kerosene splashing]

…which option they'd choose,

death by water… or death by fire.

Oddly, they chose both.

[speaking in German]

[vessel creaking]

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…

[in German] Push, push.

[in English] …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?

- [door crashes open] - [gunfire]

Ugh!

Argh!

[shouting in German]

- [knife slices] - [gasps]

[dramatic music]

- [knife slices] - Ah!

[gunfire]

- Ugh! - [shouting in German]

- [gunfire] - Argh!

- [gunfire] - Argh!

Huh!

Argh!

- Argh! - [rapid gunfire]

- [knife stabbing] - [rapid gunfire]

[splash]

Argh! Urgh!

[knife stabbing]

- Urgh! - [knife slicing]

[splash]

[splash]

Nice work, Lassen.

There's more where they came from.

Yes.

Ah…

[grunts] Ah!

I'm not sure it's working, Lassen.

[Gus] The captain looks rather agitated.

[splashing]

They're bringing their guns to bear.

[missile fires]

[splash]

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.

[missile fires]

[splash]

Closer…

Should be any second now, chaps.

[German sailors shouting]

Freddy?!

[enormous explosion]

Good work, Frederick.

Thank you, Captain.

Now, any chance you can tell us what we're doing here, Sir?

[inferno roaring]

[projector whirs]

[jolly music plays]

[newsreader] The war in Europe rages on

as Hitler and his Nazi horde

sweep aside all in their path.

Poland, Belgium and now France,

they've 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.

[vibrant music]

[Churchill] The entire servicing, repairing,

and rearming of Hitler's Atlantic U-boat fleet

is operated by two Nazi tugboats

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?

[puffs]

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, so neither are we.

This will of course be an unsanctioned, unauthorized and unofficial mission.

[high tempo music]

If they're captured by the British,

they'll be thrown in jail.

But if the Nazis find them…

it's torture and death.

[vibrant music continues]

[M] 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. - [door opens]

[sergeant] Forward!

- [boots marching] - [chains clanging]

Stand there, Major.

[whistling tune]

[handcuffs clanging]

Thank you, Sergeant.

[boot stamps, marches]

Gus March-Phillips, this is Lieutenant Commander…

Fleming. Ian Fleming.

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.

[clears throat]

[bottle clinks]

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.

[matches rattle]

And er, what's the plan?

[Fleming] The U-Boats need fuel and torpedoes.

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…

- [chair scrapes] - …the Germans have been using…

[clears throat]

…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, erm… 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 the illegal exports game.

Profitable?

- [lighter flicks] - [Heron] I do quite well.

High ranking Nazis are my most valued clients.

Good for you.

[lighter flicks]

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.

[M] We have 44 days before the Nazi's 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, er…

mad.

They'll need to be.

Give us their names.

- [vibrant music] - 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, er, 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.

[upbeat music]

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?

[M] Because he's being held by an entire German garrison on La Palma.

[laughs]

La Palma's on the way.

[Marjorie scoffs]

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

I must get me one of those coats.

[upbeat whistling music]

[lighter flicks]

[laughs]

Any chance you could 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.

[Gus] I apologize for all the secrecy, chaps.

But this 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's being held by the Germans on La Palma.

Our first job is to liberate him.

So, that's all, is it?

[Gus] 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.

- [train chugging] - [hooting]

[Marjorie] It's one thing taking over the world,

but do they have to take over the kitchen, too?

[train chuffing]

It's all sausage, cabbage and black bread.

[Heron] Who would you have preferred?

[Marjorie] The French offer the refined classical take.

Cote de boeuf, fromage, le beurre, ça suffit!

[German soldiers chattering]

What about the rustic spontaneity of the Italians?

Their oils, the linguine, the tomatoes.

[Marjorie] I'd climb over the linguine

to get to the fettuccine.

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 jamón ibérico Andalucía.

So?

[Heron] 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.

Très bien. Merci.

[German soldiers chattering]

Prost!

[exhales]

Our situation?

Steady.

[German soldiers chatting]

[jazz music]

Steady.

[exhales]

Now.

[train clattering]

[man laughs]

[in German] You look like you'd be good at this game.

My friends refuse to play, please.

You're the angel that's been sent to help me.

[in English] I'm exhausted.

[in German] No you look too young, beautiful and full of life.

Gentlemen.

It's so simple. It just involves a little drinking.

Enough.

And a little dancing.

What?

- [gulps] - [heels click]

Entschuldigung, bitte.

[high tempo jazz music]

[footsteps receding]

[German soldiers chatter]

- Halt! - [tense music]

A crime has been committed.

The suitcase.

[in English] Is there a problem?

[in German] A lady must never carry her own baggage

when a gentleman is present.

Allow me.

[in English] I can manage myself, thank you.

[in German] I insist.

[in English] Allow me, Miss Stewart.

[in German] I see chivalry is not dead yet.

[in English] Allow me.

Thank you.

- [carriage door opens] - [German soldier] Prost!

[high tempo jazz music]

[train clattering, chugging]

[door opens]

- [door closes] - [blind whizzes]

Door.

- [click] - Locked.

[suitcase clips click]

[Heron] Case?

- [click] - Working on it.

[various clicking sounds]

[German soldiers chatting]

- [office chatter] - [phone ringing]

[SOE operator] Sir, contact.

- [rapid tapping] - [beeping]

Contact.

Standing by.

[Marjorie] Duchessa's manifest. Ready?

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

[clicking, beeping]

[SOE operator] 400 B-grade torpedoes.

Check.

Check.

[Marjorie] 5,000 tons of diesel. Check.

[tapping]

[beeping]

[SOE operator] 5,000 tons of diesel.

- Lieutenant. - [messenger] Yes, Sir?

- [tapping] - Check.

[Heron] Check.

[Marjorie] 10,000 carbon dioxide filters. Check.

[German soldiers approaching]

[SOE operator] End of message from Stork, Sir.

- Confirm receipt. - [tapping]

- [beeping] - 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.

[car rumbles noisily]

[door opens]

[German soldier laughs, wolf whistles]

Thank you. It's truly comforting to know

there's at least one gentleman in the world.

- [suitcase clatters] - Oh…

[German soldier scolding]

[in German] My apologies.

[in English] Good day.

[German soldiers chattering]

Sausage, cabbage and black bread.

[sighs]

[gentle music]

[Algernon] 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 Marshall 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.

[Churchill] 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 have 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,

and we are currently losing fifty percent 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!

[tense music]

[door opens]

M, Fleming, this better be good news.

[M] 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 eighty-five 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 fifty to sixty.

That should be about fifteen 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.

[laughter]

Freddy, bag the kit, silence the weapons.

[upbeat jazz music]

[gurgling]

[tense music]

[gun cocks]

[dramatic music]

[Freddy] When do we go?

[Gus] 02:00.

Take the towers first,

then move onto the radio room, barracks,

and end up in the control room…

[German soldier shouting]

- [dog barking] - What do we have here?

- Gestapo. - How'd you know?

[Gus] The badder they are, the better they're dressed.

I really must get me one of those coats.

They must be here for Apple.

[German soldiers shouting]

It's either torture or, er, extraction, Sir.

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

We won't be seeing him again.

- [German soldiers shouting] - I'm afraid gentlemen,

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

We're going to have to go in now.

[German soldiers shouting]

[gunshots]

Urgh!

[sputters]

So, what's happened there then?

It looks like they've been plugged full of arrows, Haysey.

Well, where did the arrows go?

[Freddy] Straight through them.

[bush rustles]

There were… [breathless]

…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. - [tank backfires]

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?

[dramatic music]

[arrow swishes]

[arrow twangs]

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

[Freddy] Aye, Sir.

[high tempo music]

- [arrow twangs] - [piercing]

[grass rustling]

[men shouting]

[clipping]

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

Freddy, Lassen, you go right.

Fill your boots gentlemen, and bon appétit.

[tank engine starts]

See you at the tower.

Remember, gentlemen, try to have fun.

- [door crashes open] - [gunfire]

[soldiers shouting]

[magazine unclips]

[engine revving]

[tank backfires]

[German officer lecturing]

[door crashes open]

[radio chatter in German]

- [machine gunfire] - [high tempo music]

[tank rumbles]

[sporadic rapid gunfire]

So far so good.

Doing rather well, Haysey.

Ah, why, thank you, Sir.

- [engine rumbles] - [German soldier speaking]

[lecturing in German]

[in German] That is not a dog.

That is my wife!

[laughter]

[Gus laughs uproariously]

[in English] It's very good.

- [machine gunfire] - [soldiers shouting]

[glass shattering]

[engine rumbles, revs]

[rapid gunfire]

[bullets crack]

[lecturing in German]

[engine rumbles distantly]

[officer speaking in German]

[lecture in German]

- [speaking in German] - [officer shouts at soldier]

[metallic clink]

[soldier shouting in German]

[lecturing in German]

- [officer shouting in German] - [thunk]

- [treacherous music] - [soldiers shouting]

[grenade explodes]

[chaotic shouting]

- Sounds like stealth mode's over. - [siren wailing]

[shouts] Haysey, down!

[high velocity machine gunfire]

[soldiers shouting]

[windows shattering]

[chaotic gunfire, shouting]

[siren wailing]

[upbeat music]

[machine gunfire]

[coughing]

- [gunshot] - [body crashes]

- [German soldier groaning] - [gunshot]

- [gunfire] - [soldiers shouting]

[staccato gunfire]

- [soldier groaning] - [rapid gunfire]

- [German soldiers shouting] - [machine gunfire]

- [thump] - Aaargh!

- [men shouting] - [crashing]

[sounds of struggles]

[glass shatters]

- [shouting] Nein, nein, nein! - Aah!

- [soldier panics] - [shouting]

- [stab] - Aaargh!

- [vicious stabbing] - Aaaaaargh!

[soldiers shouting, panicking]

[everyone shouting]

- [knife slices] - [German soldier groans]

[chaotic fighting]

[screams]

[savage stab]

[shouting in German]

- [gunfire] - [crashing, clanging]

[heavy breathing]

Do we know each other?

No.

[German soldier spluttering]

[siren wails distantly]

- [stabbing] - [soldier screams]

[slicing]

Is that a heart, Lassen?

For the avoidance of doubt.

Apple, old boy.

- Gus. - [Gus] I see you two have met.

This is Haysey.

- [Apple] Pleasure, Haysey. - The pleasure's mine.

I thought you might need these.

Jolly thoughtful of you.

[Freddy] You all find him?

Ah, goody.

Bloody hell, what happened to your nipples?

You alright?

Couldn't unplug me, could you?

Battery's still on.

[battery sizzles slightly]

[dramatic music]

[multiple explosions]

[laughs]

[dramatic high tempo music]

[boat rumbles, splashing]

- [cars rumble] - [general chatter]

[canned announcement]

[speaks in Italian]

[people chattering in Spanish and German]

[boat horn blares]

Did you see the Duchessa,

- the tugboats? - [boat engine rumbles]

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. [bang] - Agh!

[men speaking in German]

[Heron] But right now…

- [man] Aagh! - …you need to meet that man.

[laughs]

[Heron] Your man.

The reason you're here.

The only thing worse than a Nazi…

is him.

[dramatic flute music]

[knocking on door]

[door opens]

[in German] Mr. Luhr, Heron to see you, Sir.

Show him in.

[in English] I'm very disappointed, Heron.

There are sixteen 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.

[Heron] I can do five percent as a gesture of goodwill.

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

[Marjorie] Well, strictly speaking, there should be no reduction

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

Five is more than polite, twenty rings like a sour note.

It jars.

It jars?!

Am I being accused of disharmony?

I take that as a personal affront.

And I'm supposing you are not the secretary.

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

Aah, your New York gold contact?

I told you, I already have a satisfying arrangement.

- Have a seat. - Thank you.

[in German] Three spritzers and a little music.

[in English] Well, I hope I don't disappoint?

[laughs]

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.

[in German] When night closes in and morning is cold…

And a silver moon transforms to gold.

Hmm.

[chuckles]

[in English] I have to say, Heron, for all your flaws,

you do have a habit of pulling rabbits from hats.

[gramophone music starts]

So, how much gold do you wish to move, Miss Stewart?

As much as you can… find.

[lighter flicks]

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.

[in German] I am your brother.

You are not my brother.

Who are you?

I am your sister.

[laughs]

[in English] Bravo. [applauds]

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

Lovely.

When the sly red cat barks at dawn,

it kills just for her pleasure.

Who shares the meal the cat did steal

- when both looked on in pleasure? - [door opens]

Auf wiedersehen.

[footsteps receding]

[in German] I have to say she's pretty smart.

[door closes]

Maybe just a little too smart.

[laughs]

[gramophone music continues]

[sinister music]

[lighter flicks]

[in English] That riddle was a nice touch.

- [sighs] - [lighter flicks repeatedly]

The hook's in.

[Heron] Now be careful how you reel him in.

[lighter flicks]

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.

[water rippling]

[Apple] 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.

[group laughs]

Yes, that 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 fifteen days.

Agreed.

Haysey, do you think you could manage that?

Leave it to me, Sir.

[dramatic music]

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

- [people chattering loudly] - [tense music]

[man shouts]

Just do as you're told

and get me another drink!

[Heron] Captain, Sir. Can I get you something to eat?

- 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…

There you are, Mr. Heron.

[Heron] 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, the good stuff.

Ricardo, that's why I love you. You understand.

[drinks pouring]

[Heron] This is Fernando Po.

Everybody's welcome.

Si… everybody.

[people shouting, laughing]

Too many body I think.

[background laughter]

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! - [loud bang]

They tell Captain Binea nothing.

[patrons fall silent]

Only now do I hear the Duchessa is leaving 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…

[lighter flicks]

[Heron] 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. [laughs]

[click]

I believe I have resolved your little riddle.

- [click] - Chapeau. You play well.

[cigarette tapping]

Speaking of foxes, Horowitz and Meyer,

West 47th Street.

Have you heard of them?

I don't believe I have, no.

[lighter clicks]

[lighter flicks]

[flick]

[snap]

[cigarette sizzles]

[lighter clicks]

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 are in the west side of the city.

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

[kisses teeth]

I'm curious…

how do you find dealing with the Jew?

Oh, dear. [chuckles]

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 Yehudah.

Their ability to not only survive

three thousand 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?

[laughs]

I must confess…

not only do I respect and admire the Jew…

[treacherous music]

I am one.

[fluttering flute music]

[laughs]

[laughs]

[both laugh]

- [Marjorie] Kidding! - [laughs]

- [Marjorie] They're greedy rats. - [laughter]

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.

[suspenseful music]

The Duchessa's leaving three days earlier than we thought.

If we don't tell the Maid Honour, they'll arrive too late.

- [carpet ruffles] - [boards creak]

[locks click]

[office chatter]

[SOE operator] Incoming.

- [clicking] - [beeping]

Contact.

[Marjorie] 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.

[high tempo music]

- [people chattering] - [phone ringing]

Sir, message, Sir.

- [water lapping] - [ship creaking]

[Gus] More Jerries on the island than expected.

Corned beef's out of pantry three days early.

Move faster.

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

- [office chatter] - [phones ringing]

The mission's still proceeding.

[Algernon] Right, follow me.

[Freddy] 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.

[car rumbles]

[M] Prime Minister, the Duchessa's leaving Fernando Po in twelve days.

On our current schedule, they'll arrive three days too late.

Can it still be done?

[M] 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 twelve days.

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.

[Freddy] We will literally be sailing over U-boats.

Sorry, lads, we go shorter.

[dramatic high tempo music]

[water gushing]

[airplanes roaring]

Drei, zwei, eins…

[shouting in German]

[explosions]

[glass rattles]

[explosions echo in distance]

[bombs exploding]

[suspenseful music]

[Churchill] 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're the last resort.

The mission you have been given is of the 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.

God's speed, gentlemen.

[sails fluttering]

Er, chaps…

That's a British Destroyer.

We should move.

We can't outrun that, Sir.

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

[ship engines humming]

[Hopkirk] Hold fast, Maid Honour.

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?

Var ar ni pa vag?

[in Swedish] We're on a fishing expedition.

[in English] Not you, Lassen.

Er…

I want to hear March-Phillips have a go.

Ah…

Fair enough, game's up, Commander.

[laughs] 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.

- [ship humming] - [sonar beeping]

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?

[radar operator] 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.

- [sonar pings] - U-boat bearing 273.

Sound the alarm.

- [alarm blares] - Come aboard.

[officer] U-boat approaching. Starboard side, Sir.

- Battle stations! - [high tempo music]

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, aye, Sir.

Apple, man the stern.

Freddy, on the main sail.

Lassen to the bow. Now, untie that station!

[Lassen] Aye!

[Gus] Quickly now, lads!

Hoist that foresail for us, will you, boys?

Main sail ready to haul!

[Henry] Alright Freddy, now raise that main sail!

[Freddy] Aye!

Report sounding. Bearing 163.

[door clanks]

[shouting in German]

[Henry] Lassen, trim the main sail and then tie it off!

[Lassen] How do you expect good?

- [navy officer] Report sounding. - [radar operator] Bearing 115.

[navy officer] Fire depth charges.

[depth charges launching]

[explosions]

[watery explosions]

[distant explosions]

[upbeat music]

[Marjorie] So, this is your man that gets things done.

His name is Kamp Billy… with a K.

[car doors open]

And he went to an English boarding school?

Not just any boarding school.

He went to Eton, the boarding school.

Right…

[gunshot]

Then what's he doing here?

He's a prince.

A prince of what, exactly?

- The Prince of Fernando Po! - [gunshot]

So, he's part pirate, part aristocrat?

Chic.

He's also a part of our solution.

RH.

KB.

He's back in town.

Chief.

[men speaking Yoruba]

- [gunshot] - [bullet twangs]

Seems like you always come bearing gifts.

Is she for me?

Good luck with that.

[laughs] I'm not for you,

but these are.

Mm. Goodies. Yummy.

- [men speaking Yoruba] - [box bangs]

- 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.

[men shouting]

Why do I feel like I've gone from being the predator to the prey?

- [rifle cocks] - [men speaking Yoruba]

- [gunshot] - [wood splinters]

[clears throat]

Quite an entrance, young lady.

It's on the condition that we sample them…

now.

Ade, set the table.

[Ade] Chief.

[laughs] And then the Duke said,

- "Push it in till it stops!" - [all laugh]

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 twelve of my best men,

including yours truly.

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

Because you're not a soldier, RH.

No…

but she is.

She'll outshoot your best man.

- Pfff… - [rifle clanks]

- [gunshot] - [bottle shatters]

[rifle cocks, fires]

[rifle clanks]

- [machine gunfire] - [food splatters, glass shatters]

- [handgun cocks] - [gunfire, fruit exploding]

- [machine gunfire] - [debris crashes]

- [pistol cocks] - [gunshots]

[blows]

I told you.

- [hand grenade pin clinks] - [both men] No!

[tense music]

[Marjorie] Stork delivery. Check.

- [tapping] - Check.

Twenty-three boys. Check.

- [tapping] - [beeping]

Stork delivery.

Twenty-three boys.

Seventeen girls.

Meeting point twenty kilometers outside Fernando Po.

The rendezvous with Heron.

Can you get us there?

If the weather holds,

I can, Sir.

[suspenseful music]

[tugboat grumbles]

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.

[chuckles] No, no. It's a particular sense.

I don't suppose…

you played cricket, did you?

Captained Eton. Twenty-one to twenty-two.

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.

[Kalu] 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 we're gonna have to find ourselves

a few more strapping lads.

Ade…

[speaks in Yoruba]

[dramatic guitar music]

Right…

- [apple crunches] - Yes, I think that will do.

We've brought some weapons if you need.

You hold on to those. We've brought our own.

[speaks in Yoruba]

Oyah! Show them the iron!

[man speaking Yoruba]

[tarp swooshes]

Marvelous.

You do know the Duchessa

is moored two hundred 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 have 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.

[laughs]

- Gentlemen… - Ade.

- Chief. - Prepare the men.

[speaks in Yoruba]

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

- [dramatic music] - [tannoy announcement]

[Marjorie] The Duchessa will be gone by the morning.

Can you manage that?

It's two wires and a ticktock.

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.

[men chattering, shouting]

A drink for the boys on His Majesty's government.

[men chattering in Yoruba]

Ordinarily I'd bite your hand off,

as I have been known to love a pound note.

[speaks in Yoruba]

Making that fast now.

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.

Yeah, as 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.

[mysterious music]

[door squeaks open]

Hola!

Buenas tardes compañeros!

[door closes]

[engines rumbling]

[in German] We seem to have a little rodent in the machine.

[up tempo music and vocals]

What are you doing here?

[shouts in German]

- [gun cocks] - [gunshots]

[gun clicks]

[cocking gun]

[gun cocks, clicks]

- [knife unsheathing] - [stabbing]

Aaaargh!

[thump]

[bomb ticking]

[soft music]

[in English] Mein Herr, you have a visitor.

♪ Ta da! ♪

Cleopatra needs her Caesar.

Put it on.

[laughs]

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… - [ice tinkles]

…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.

- [upbeat jazz music] - [people talking loudly]

[sounds of a party]

[laughing]

[German crewmen chatter]

- [car door opens] - [partygoers chatting]

[car door closes]

[sailors chattering excitedly]

Hola!

[partygoers chatting, laughing]

[party music plays in distance]

We move when the lights go out.

- [loud jazz playing] - [lively party noise]

[glasses clinking]

Alright, Ricardo, today you're El Capitán.

Armando.

The bar is yours.

Use it. Abuse it at your will.

[Armando laughs] That's why I love you.

Come with me, handsome.

[speaks in Spanish]

I need you to keep the men happy.

How happy?

[party music continues]

Hmm…

Are the rats in the nest?

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

anywhere else tonight.

[chaotic party noise]

[Heron] Between the beer fest at the harbor

and this little get together,

that'll be ninety percent of the soldiers away from the dock.

The charge is set to blow the harbor lights

in thirty minutes.

Can you keep him here that long?

Silly boy, silly question. Look at the dress.

[trumpet playing loudly]

Hi.

So, you call this a party?

[Marjorie] This is just the thin end of the wedge.

I've created a performance just for you.

Or I could show you a real party.

Hmm.

[in Italian] Julius Caesar.

I hope you treat this beautiful creature

with more care than you showed my Duchessa.

What have you done to his beautiful Duchessa?

She was as swift as the lark.

Now he has disfigured her with his crude plates of steel armor.

She's unsinkable now.

But she is impossible to love.

[in English] Why do I care? Spaghetti. Pizza.

Er, 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.

[loud high tempo jazz playing]

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.

[car engine revving]

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.

[high tempo jazz continues]

[tick]

[explosion]

[partygoers booing]

[jazz music starts up again]

[party guests chatting loudly]

And we're off.

Gus, wait.

[beeping]

[suspenseful music]

Stork to Maid, Stork to Maid, come in.

Channel five.

[Gus] This is Maid. Switching to twenty.

[receiver clicks]

[radio static]

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.

[Heron] Corned beef can't be cracked.

Stork, this is M. Never mind the corned beef.

Just find a way. Over.

Pound incoming, Sir.

[Heron] I repeat…

- Switch that off. - [Heron] We must…

[click]

[door slams]

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?

- [click, radio crackles] - [Heron] Hold position.

[Gus] How long, Stork?

- [Heron] Awaiting orders. - Give me that.

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 lives locked up

at His Majesty's pleasure. That includes all of you.

Geoffrey Appleyard, Anders Lassen,

- Freddy Buzz… - [Gus] I'm sorry…

Can't quite make out what you're saying.

Bye…

Is… is that clear?

[Gus] Sorry? What? I can't…

I can't quite hear you.

- If… - [Gus] Please… fuck off.

[bang on table]

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.

[upbeat jazz music]

I suggest you also fuck off, Sergeant.

Fleming, contact March-Phillips.

Lily, get me the Prime Minister on the hotline.

Come in, 01. Come in, do you receive?

[telephone receiver clanks]

[phone rings]

- Yes? - [M] Prime Minister,

I'm afraid we've been discovered.

[sighs]

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.

[Churchill] 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.

[sighs]

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.

[phone clanks in cradle]

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! - [bangs fist]

Why don't we sink the tugboats?

Get rid of the shuttle to the U-boats.

It's not enough.

They'll replace them in a week.

[boat creaking]

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 tugboats 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 it 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 we 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.

[Apple] We set the fuse, so that the fuel dump blows

once we're outside the harbor.

Then we sneak out quietly.

Not bad.

[laughs] It's very greedy.

- 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.

[water lapping]

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

We're going to steal the boats instead.

[sighs]

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.

[sighs]

Well, I'm up for it… if you are.

I think we're gonna need your tug.

[chuckles]

Haysey and I'll 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 tugboats.

[Kalu] And the Duchessa?

That's Apple and me.

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

[Apple] 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.

[dramatic music]

♪ Oh, the shark, babe ♪

♪ Has such teeth, dear ♪

♪ And he shows them Pearly white ♪

♪ Just a jack-knife has old MacHeath, dear ♪

♪ And he keeps it Out of sight ♪

♪ You know when that shark bites With his teeth, dear ♪

♪ Scarlet billows Starts to spread ♪

♪ Fancy gloves, oh, wears Old MacHeath, dear ♪

- [arrow swooshes] - ♪ So, there's never ♪

- ♪ Never a trace of red ♪ - [arrow swooshes]

[crowd cheers]

♪ On the sidewalk ♪

♪ On Sunday morning Don't you know ♪

♪ Lies a body oozing life ♪

♪ And someone sneakin' Around the corner ♪

♪ Could that be old Mack the Knife? ♪

♪ There's a tugboat ♪

♪ Down by the river Don't you know ♪

♪ Where a cement bag's Just a-drooping on down ♪

[treacherous music]

[oars splashing]

[German soldiers talking]

- [machine gunfire] - [suspenseful music]

[German soldiers chatting]

- [gunfire] - [body slumps]

- [gunshot] - [bodies thump]

[clicking]

[treacherous music]

[splash]

- [gunfire] - Urgh!

[soldier speaking German]

Not yet. [clears throat]

Mein herr.

[in German] Good night, my butterflies.

[in English] Haysey…

[gunshots]

- [bodies slump] - [laughter]

♪ Und die minderjährige ♪

♪ Witwe ♪

♪ Deren Namen ♪

♪ Yeder veyst ♪

[intense music]

[in German] She said "yeder veyst."

[Marjorie singing indistinctly]

That's Yiddish, not German.

We've caught ourselves a little Jew.

- [clang] - [ticking]

- [in English] Up there on the left, Sir. - Ah, yes.

- [machine gunfire] - [soldier 1] Agh!

- [resounding crash] - Ho, ho, he made a crash!

[soldier speaking in German]

[soldier calls in German]

[gunshot]

- [soldier shouting in German] - [gunfire]

- [panicked shouting] - [machine gunfire]

[jeep rumbling]

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

- [dark music] - [oars splashing]

[gunfire]

[clanking]

[Marjorie singing indistinctly]

[treacherous music intensifies]

♪ Look out Old Macky is back ♪

- [distant party sounds] - [sea rippling]

[in German] When will the lights come on again?

Those lazy Spanish.

It's the third time this week.

- [gunfire] - [bodies slump]

[footsteps running on gravel]

- [loud clang] - [clicking]

[ominous music]

[in English] Incoming…

[jeep tires skid on gravel]

- [engine cuts] - [car doors open]

- [car doors close] - [footsteps crunching]

Papers, please.

Commander.

All good, Freddy?

Charges are set to go once we're out of the harbor, Sir.

Let's carry on then.

[dramatic music]

[German soldiers chatting]

[partygoers chattering]

Did you enjoy your gift?

Hmm…

I think…

now it's time that the fox shows his den to the vixen.

[highly charged music]

- Urgh! - [gunshots, body slumps]

[stabbing]

[cheering]

[loud, cheerful party sounds]

[Gus] Heron, why are the lights still on?

I lit the room with oil lamps,

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

- [lock clanks] - [partygoers cheering, laughing]

- [arrow pierces sailor] - Argh!

- [treacherous music] - [German sailor shouting]

[arrow hisses, pierces]

- [metal door clangs open] - [shouting, rapid gunfire]

- [breathing heavily] - [clip clinks]

[hand grenade explodes]

- [German soldiers chatting] - [alarm sounds]

[sailors shouting]

[rapid machine gunfire]

- Look out! - [gunfire]

- [laughs] - [rapid gunfire]

[door thuds closed]

[hammering on door]

- [tense music] - [distant party sounds]

- [gunfire] - Agh!

[gunshots]

Freddy, rig this eighty-eight,

then take the first tug with Haysey.

[staccato footsteps]

- Gute nacht. - Guten abend.

- [stabbing] - [groans, muffled cries]

[truck rumbles]

[Gus] Guten abend.

- [gunfire] - Argh!

[body slumps]

[high tempo music]

Agh… agh…

- [gunfire] - Ugh!

- [ferocious stabbing] - [choking, gurgling]

Terribly sorry, old boy. Do you mind?

I seem to have… misplaced… my knife.

[knife cuts]

- [thud] - [choking]

[sailor 1] Ugh! [choking]

- Argh! Argh! - [clattering]

[sailor 2 shouting]

[arrow slices through air]

- [arrow thumps into sailor] - Argh!

[door clangs open]

- [gunfire] - Argh!

- [retaliatory gunfire] - [body slumps]

Aaaaarrrggghhh!

[sailor 3 shouting]

[fighting sounds continue]

- [throat slices] - Argh! Argh!

[arrow hisses]

- [violent kick] - Argh!

- [punching] - [groaning]

- [slicing] - [groaning]

[shouting in German]

[arrow slices the air]

[knife slices]

- [sailor speaking German] - [shots fired]

- [German sailors shouting] - [rapid gunfire]

[men fighting, grunting]

- [knife slices] - [groaning]

[Adedayo] Aaargh!

[knife slicking]

- [shouting in German] - [gunfire]

[body clangs]

[high tempo music]

- [loud gunshot] - [Gus] Oh, bugger!

- [gunfire, bullets clanging] - [shouting]

- [single gunshot] - [body slumps]

Thank you, Billy.

- [alarm blares] - [violent gunfire]

- [banging] - [shouting]

[machine gunfire]

- Argh! - [body slumps]

[fighting sounds]

- [German soldier shouting] - [stabbing]

[sailor yells]

- [knife stabbing] - Urgh!

[fighting sounds continue]

Argh!

[body slumps]

[knife clangs]

[German sailors shouting]

[alarm blares]

[fighters struggling]

- [knife piercing] - [groans]

- [body slumps] - [heavy breathing]

Aaaaargh!

- [face slaps] - [sailor screaming]

[bloody fighting sounds resume]

[door lock clangs]

[door opens]

I hope that's not your blood, Lassen.

I hope so, too.

[German soldiers shouting]

[gunfire]

[body clangs]

- [grunts] - [lid clanks]

Okay boys, cast off. Let's get this ship out of here.

[ominous music]

[sighs]

Go on.

Go on…

Go on!

[splash]

[Lassen] 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.

[Ndulue] We are here, boys.

Ntwane, let's set a warning.

[sheets flapping]

[dangerous music]

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. [speaks in Yoruba]

Take the right side.

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

- [man whispers] - [footsteps clatter]

[high tempo music]

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.

[Kalu] When do we expect that to happen?

Shortly, I hope. And then we're free to take her.

[engine whirs]

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.

[men talking in Yoruba]

One second…

[dramatic beat]

[whispers] Come on.

- [click] - [massive explosion]

[party in full swing]

[soldiers speaking German]

[soldiers starting to shout]

[doors rattle]

[party jazz music continues]

First domino falls.

Hitch up the other line. Pick up the slack.

[tug motor chugs]

[Freddy] 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!

[dramatic music]

[silence falls]

[sinister music]

[suspenseful flute music]

I have to say, Fräulein…

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…

- [music crescendo] - …for a real party.

[lighter flicks]

[vast explosions]

That wasn't supposed to happen yet.

- [chandelier tinkles] - [walls shudder]

[treacherous music]

Shackle her!

And follow me.

- [explosions in the distance] - [men shouting]

The harbor is under attack!

[shouting in Spanish]

[footsteps running]

[suspenseful music]

[in German] They are stealing the Duchessa.

- [sailors shouting] - [doors rattling]

[siren blares]

[in English] They're coming.

[distant panicked shouting]

We need power on the engine.

[boat engine roaring]

[chain whips]

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

- [shouting in German] - [axe banging, chain rattling]

[panicked, angry shouting]

[in German] Stop the Duchessa.

[Gus, in English] Wait…

[in German] They are taking the Duchessa.

[Freddy, in English] She's not moving!

- [ship creaking] - [officer on shore] Fire! Fire!

[Gus] Wait for it…

[rapid machine gunfire]

[chaotic battle]

[sailors shouting]

- [dramatic music crescendo] - [loud explosion]

[gunfire]

- [soldiers shouting] - [chaotic gunfire continues]

[small explosion]

We need more power on the engine.

Give me more power! More power!

That's it, it's working!

- [chain twangs] - That's it!

[dramatic whistling music]

[heavy gunfire]

[in German] Get on the 88.

The boat cannot leave.

Urgh!

[in English] Ready…

- [missiles firing] - [water splashing]

[underwater explosions]

[heavy gunfire]

[distorted] Argh!

- [missile launches] - [explosion]

[battle rages]

[dramatic music]

[multiple explosions]

[in German] Cease fire!

Board the S-boats.

Board the S-boats.

[gunfire subsides]

[in English] We're out of range now.

I'm no expert.

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

[shouting in German]

[speaking in German]

[shouting in German]

- [gunfire] - Urgh!

- [single gunshot] - [officer shouting in German]

- [men shouting] - [dramatic music]

[officer shouting in German]

[music intensifies]

[cars rumbling]

[officer shouting in German]

[people shouting, panicking]

[in Spanish] None of the men know who took the Duchessa.

They were dressed in uniforms.

They destroyed all of our gasoline.

As well as the electricity plant.

We're working to fix it.

[in English] Captain.

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

The power has gone.

The fuel depot has been sabotaged.

No one knows what's happening. But this is your fault.

Where is my ship?

The Duchessa, where did it go?

Someone's taken them 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!

- [multiple gunshots] - [dramatic music]

And now you're gone too. Thank you.

[speaking in German]

Duchessa holds all supplies for the U-boats.

If we lose her, we'll lose control of the Atlantic.

The Führer himself will come here for our apologies.

Launch the S-boats. They'll catch them in seconds.

[large, continuous explosions]

[dark music]

- [light music] - [in English] Impressive.

[explosions continue]

Sounds like your detonator's worked.

[hearty laughter]

[sinister music]

[sighs]

[distant shouting]

[jeep rumbles past]

[threatening music]

[officer speaking in German]

[jeep halts]

[soldiers shouting]

Chapeau, mademoiselle. You play well.

You really are the vixen.

- Am I? - [shackle jangles]

Well, my hand's been revealed.

So, what now?

Now, I possess your hand

and for everything you've done to me,

I will visit a thousandfold upon you.

[in German] You understand me?

[shackles jangling]

Yeah.

[gun cocks]

- But no. - [gunshot echoes in slow motion]

- [German soldier shouting] - [gunfire]

- [jeep door opens] - Lie down.

- [dramatic music] - [jeep door closes]

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.

[inferno rages]

That's a patrol boat coming towards us.

Gus, we need to leave. Now!

Hold on…

[tense music crescendo]

It's them!

RH.

KB.

Marjorie.

Over-dressed and underdressed at the same time.

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

[up-tempo music]

[telephone receiver clanks]

[radio static]

Come in, Violet.

Calling HMS Violet.

Come in, Violet.

This is Maid Honour.

Go ahead, Maid Honour.

Loud speaker.

[Apple] Sorry to bother you at this time of 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.

[high tempo suspenseful music]

- [telephone rings] - [receiver clanks]

- Yes? - [M] Sir, good news and bad news.

Yes, yes. Get to it.

Bad news, they didn't sink her.

The good news…

they stole her.

Congratulations, Prime Minister.

[up-tempo music]

[distant shouting]

- 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. - [navy officer] Sir!

Good to see you too, Commander.

Separate cells.

[navy officer] Follow me!

Let's go! Let's get moving!

- RH. - KB.

[sailor] Come on.

Go on, move.

One moment, seaman.

[dramatic guitar music]

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.

[Gloria] Sorry to intrude, Prime Minister,

but M thought you should see this.

[Churchill] Thank you, Gloria.

[guard shouting]

- [cell door trundles] - [guard] Line up. Face front!

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.

[guard] Stand straight!

[distant door closes]

[tense music]

[footsteps approaching slowly]

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…

[cloche clangs]

…and only by some miracle…

[cloches, dishes clanging]

…found their crossing untroubled by Nazi U-boats.

[handcuffs clinking]

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.

[dramatic music]

From now on, they work for me.

- [footsteps receding] - [cane clacking]

[emotional crescendo]

[end of theme music]

[upbeat music]