Original subtitles

'The German invasion of England took place in July 1940

'after the British retreat from Dunkirk.

'Strongly resisted at first, the German Army took many months to restore order.

'But the resistance movement, lacking outside support, was finally crushed.

'For three years, it lay dormant.

'Collaboration increased as the population adjusted to the tedium of occupation.

'Then, in 1944, the resistance movement reappeared,

'strongly reinforced and rearmed by America.

'America, now in the war, had stationed its Seventh Fleet off Ireland

'to harass the south-west coast of England with carrier-based aircraft

'and to supply men and equipment to the partisans.

'On the Eastern Front, a breakthrough by the Red Army in the Urals

'meant the withdrawal of every available soldier

'from the forces of occupation throughout Europe.

'England was therefore garrisoned only by British volunteer SS legions

'and a small number of German troops.'

Don't shoot!

Stop here!

On your feet, please.

On your feet, get moving.

'This evacuation is a temporary measure

'caused by partisan atrocities on civilians...'

Don't tell me that was an important piece of liberation.

Burning down the barn just because some Germans had camped there.

They're criminals, I tell you.

Mrs Jameson's boy only joined because he was in trouble with the police.

Don't tell me they're not communists.

I knew some pretty bolshie people round here before the war.

And where are they now? In the resistance.

Oh, come and have a cup of tea.

- Honor! - Up here!

I didn't think you'd forget to come today.

- No more room on this one. - June! June!

- I'm sorry about this. - What the hell's gone wrong?

We'll send some more when we get to Salisbury.

Don't be a bloody fool.

They sent nothing to us in the blackout.

- And listen to that firing. - Oh, it'll be all right.

Hurry up! We haven't got all night.

Come on. There's no point in hanging out here in the rain.

Let's go back to my place. I'll see if I can get anything to eat.

Bring your cases.

Wouldn't it be worth walking to Salisbury while the firing's still in the hills?

Don't be ridiculous. It'd take you four hours.

Better than staying here.

Wrong direction.

Come in. No use waiting out there.

We'll need all the food we've got for the journey, if we ever make it.

I'll see what I've got left.

- Can I go to the lavatory please? - Yes.

- Can she go to the lavatory, Pauline? - Yes, you know where it is, upstairs.

Does anyone know the time?

Sorry, it's that small door on the right.

For pity's sake. Let's get out of here, quickly.

Hide the light...

The lorries are coming back.

The right direction, too. I never thought they'd manage it.

You frightened? We're leaving in a moment, Libby. We're off to London.

Your mummy will be waiting for you there.

She'll be much more frightened than you are.

Nothing to worry about, Libby. The lorries are here.

Here, have a sweet.

What the hell are you doing here?

We got left behind. Thank God you've arrived.

We can't help you. You've got to stay here.

But there aren't many of us. We can squeeze in.

You don't understand. We stay here. We aren't going to Salisbury.

Oh, for God's sake.

Here, over here! With me.

Could you tell me where I could get a bus to Hendon, please?

Sorry, madam, there is no transport today due to the evacuation.

I should hoof it. You'll have to walk in that direction and ask again.

Oh, thank you very much.

- I'm sorry I'm so late. - Can I see your papers, please?

There you are.

Well, it's good to see you, but you might've let me know.

You can't imagine the trouble I've had keeping this billet for you.

The landlady's been nearly frantic trying to get other people in here.

You might've phoned or something, the number's on the card.

- Shh. - 'This is London.

'Here is the 12 o'clock news.

'A communique issued this morning by the Eighth SS Police Division

'announces that the evacuation of civilians from the Salisbury area has been completed.

- 'People were seriously injured...' - Honor, have you got anything to drink?

- Are you feeling all right? - '...derailed last night by partisans.'

Yes, I'm all right.

- But... - 'More German troops are expected...'

Something awful happened. After you'd left. After you'd got away.

We went back to the house and there were partisans in it.

I think all the others are dead.

I think I'm the only one that got away.

It's just all rather frightful.

Why have they still got this stuff on the window?

Surely the planes can't get through as far as this?

Air raid precautions. Just in case.

Thanks, Honor.

This is real coffee. I haven't tasted anything like this for ages.

I got it on my ration card this morning.

I got a job at the food office right away.

Of course they're crying out for nurses, really.

I thought I might join this 'Immediate Action Organisation',

you remember I did those courses at the WI.

But they really want properly trained nurses, like you.

I'm not getting involved with any organisation.

I'm just going to do district nursing again, the same as I did at home.

Do they have districts down here, or is it all controlled from hospital?

I don't really know.

But this organisation sounds the thing.

Yes, but it's probably political.

And I'm not going to become involved in any political organisation.

Honor, when Dick was killed, I felt I wanted to slaughter every German I saw on sight.

But now I feel all we've got to do is try and get back to normal.

Well, I must go and get my identity cards.

I'll take you over to the Labour Centre.

Sorry, Honor. I've had it, I couldn't move.

Well, you could go tomorrow, I suppose, but you'll be a day late.

Don't blame me if you get into hot water. And that's my bed.

Now you're seeing the real London.

There certainly are some extraordinary sights.

Somebody there with special qualification papers, please?

I'm a district nurse.

Morning!

You don't look much like the fire brigade sergeant I asked for.

District nurse, sir.

Just what I could do with, nursing.

Left, right, left, right...

- What, exhausted already? - I've just walked across half London.

I haven't been here since 1937. It's all most extraordinary.

That's hardly the word I'd use. Have you ever seen so many Germans?

- There can't be anybody left in Berlin. - Why are so many based here?

I wish I knew. They set up these big organisations, run by Englishmen,

and then they just sit around, getting in our hair.

Lots are moving out to parts of France, less peaceful than this one. Now where...?

Ah.

Now, you are to continue nursing.

I take it that you have no objection to joining this organisation?

- Well, I'd prefer ordinary nursing. - No such thing in London.

You either nurse with us, or you sit at home nursing an empty stomach.

There's no two ways about it. You can't object.

Now let's see if we can... No, you're clear.

You're not a Jew, communist, anarchist, freemason...

You're definitely in.

Now, there is a refresher course. You'll have to learn to look after yourself.

I'm sorry, I don't want to join any org...

Look! This isn't 1937! Things have changed!

The point is this, the only way to counter the underground movement

and all the other subversive elements that make our life a misery

is to be better organised than they are.

We just can't have lots of splendid people like you spread all over the country,

working under their own steam.

If we can get them all together working towards one end,

we'll soon get the old country back on its feet again.

But what if we don't agree with that one end?

Look, let's get the country back on its feet again, then we'll talk about that.

If you don't want to be overrun by hordes of Bolsheviks,

we've got to present a united front, be better organised than they are.

I learnt that in the old days. Fool proof.

Anyhow, it's past lunchtime. Let's talk about it over a drink.

You look as though you could do with one.

Leave that there, we'll collect that later.

...one of those rough types came out, he must've been a Jew or something.

He thumped me on the back and I really laid into him...

Watch what you're doing, you blithering idiot!

- I should leave him alone. - I know how to deal with these characters!

Sir...

Hello? Hello?

Hello? Hello? Oh, damn.

- Do you think you could get the police? - Quickly.

Get up! Stand on the running board!

Right, next please.

- Morning. - Morning.

Why haven't you joined before?

Well I was living in the country as a district nurse.

- You're not a British national? - No, I was born in Ireland.

I was hoping to continue with ordinary nursing, but I've seen an IA officer.

And after what's happened, I've made the decision to join.

I've decided I can't stand on the sidelines any...

We don't accept your decisions. You accept ours.

Now, it says here that you will be a nurse with the IA,

and that is what you will be providing you're physically fit.

If you will take this card to Room 280 tomorrow morning at 09:00,

that will be for your medical.

Thank you.

- May I have my cards, please? - No, we retain these.

- Until you're accepted or rejected. - Thank you.

Don't you remember what is was like just after the invasion?

Short of water, black market food.

Families herded into one room.

And in a couple of months,

the authorities had the whole thing running smoothly.

I do like things organised, I hate a mess.

Mess? We're still in a mess.

There you are, then. What are you worried about?

You'll be helping to get it straightened out.

The thing I like about you Honor is that you joined the Party just for the coffee.

But the other people that are in it, I'm not so sure about them.

I know I've been nursing,

but it all seems to have a faintly military flavour.

Ambulance crew number one, move!

Oh, don't be so bloody delicate.

You're meant to be driving the ambulance, not casualties inside it.

Now come back and do it again at three times the speed.

This time the ambulance is going to drive off, and if any of you miss it,

you're all on a charge. Now move!

Quickly! Get up, woman! Get up! Go on!

Faster! Get on the ambulance!

Wait! Slow down!

- Come on! Come on! - Slow down!

Now, to British people, who are brought up

in an atmosphere of apathy towards political ideas,

the National Socialist creed may seem startling, even abhorrent.

But, when you meet such apathy,

what I want you to show these people

is that National Socialism offers them a new philosophy.

A new way of life.

Now, is that all clear?

Further points?

Murray.

Those without potential are of no use to the state.

Yes, this is certainly true.

We can have no passengers in our state.

The true citizen of our state has certain rights,

but also corresponding duties.

The rights include educational benefits, cultural benefits, protection

and a standard of living worthy of our people.

Yet, if there are people who fail the state,

they will have to be removed with other criminal, antisocial elements.

It cannot be expected that a virile nation should support such human dross.

They are useless eaters. To deny this is illogical.

The triumph of National Socialism has lifted our great country

from the mire of corruption

of Jewish capitalist monopolies and the evil slime of communism.

The way has been hard and grim.

But we have succeeded.

It is now our duty to hold fast to our strength of purpose

and ensure that these evils never draw blood again in our midst.

The duties to be allocated to some of you may seem hard,

even unpleasant.

But you are not in conflict with your conscience

as you obey the highest law in doing your duty.

Well done and congratulations. Good luck to you.

This has been a long and arduous course.

It has been a most successful course.

And my first task, therefore, must be to congratulate

each and every one of you.

In your practical work, you've shown great enthusiasm.

In your tests and oral work,

you've shown not only enthusiasm,

but the fact that your feet are on the ground.

This is an age of leadership and courage.

And I'm quite confident that when you go from here,

you will set an example that is hard to beat.

Many of you will be seeing the world for the first time.

May I remind you that the world will also be seeing you.

Oh, but there's my bus!

- I'll see you. Bye. - Cheerio.

What are you doing? For heaven's sake, why can't you watch where you're going?

It wasn't my fault.

What the hell's going on?

Here, wipe it down with this.

Oh, thank you very much, but I'll have to change anyway.

- Who do you want? - Dr Fletcher.

- You'll find him down there. - Thank you.

Till Thursday then, Mrs Henderson.

- I'm afraid surgery's over now. - But I want to see the doctor.

Pauline!

I can't believe it! What am I doing? Come on!

Dick won't believe his eyes when he sees you.

Come on!

In here!

You've never even seen Sarah before, it's been so long.

Sarah, this is Pauline.

Hello, Sarah.

Dick, come as quick as you can! You'll never guess who's here!

We haven't even had a letter from you for months.

How long is it now since you left London? Almost eight years.

We must celebrate. Look, take your coat off.

Quite incredible.

Oh, marvellous!

This is splendid. The one person we most wanted to see.

And it's wonderful seeing the two of you again.

We secretly hoped you might be evacuated to London.

You'll eat with us tonight and we'll see...

I'm awfully sorry. I'd love to, but I can't.

I've got a vital appointment tonight which I simply must keep.

This is just a first fleeting visit.

But you can think of me when you're eating these.

Come tomorrow.

It's the one evening people don't pester me for bottles and tablets

and if there are no calls, we might put up with you for the whole evening.

- Right. - Will you come to stay again?

- Thanks, I'd love to, but... - We've nowhere to put you.

- But one has to be polite. - Thanks so much for those packages.

- I should wait to see what's in them - Until tomorrow, then.

- Oh, goodbye, Sarah. - Goodbye!

Oh, there you are, dear.

- Goodbye. - All right, my darling.

Oh, and Bear.

Lovely.

- Bye. I'll see you tomorrow. - Mind the step.

- Bye. - Bye.

- Find him all right? - Oh, yes, thank you.

'This is London.

'A political speech by the Leader will follow at once.'

- 'Brother Blackshirts...' - Please, not while I'm eating.

'Our fight is for the soul of Britain,

'and in that battle we go forward together till...'

Oh, I'm going to cinema. Anybody coming?

'...worrying about the prospects of the next five minutes,

'jostling for place, but not so forward in service,

'without loyalty, endurance or staying power...'

Oh, come on, let's go and see Hans Albers...

'This is London.

'And these are its people. People with one great and common purpose.

'To pay tribute to the achievement in their country of National Socialism.

'To this, the first big public display since the army landed,

'come people from many miles around the metropolis

'to be addressed by leading statesmen from both Britain and the Reich.

'They will be told what National Socialism is doing now for their country,

'reminded of the startling achievements it has already made.

'Though they also come to pay tribute to the soldiers

'of the British Volunteer Legions,

'now in the last stages of inflicting an overwhelming defeat

'on the pitiful remnants of the forces of world communism.

'In this historic meeting place,

'history is being made as the thousands remember the day that changed their lives

'and the course of world history.

'For at last, 'the world's two great nations

'are united in more than race.

'From the crowd surges the cry,

"'Germany and England, union for strength!"

'Anglo-German friendship built up over the centuries has never been destroyed.

'The spirit that existed when Englishmen and German

'fought side by side at Waterloo has never been crushed.

'But the propagandists of the First Great War nearly succeeded.

'Yet even in the mud and blood of the savage Flanders battlefield,

'there were men who saw the truth.

'On Christmas Day 1914,

'officers and men, English and German, declared an unofficial truce

'and met in no man's land.

'Only a handful from either side was enough

'to rekindle the flame of comradeship.

'During the gaiety of an impromptu football match,

'they experienced again the true comradeship

'that had once been the birthright of both Englishmen and German.

'They realised, too, the futility of a death struggle between brother nations.'

'These are the only surviving pictures of this historic event.

'After the war, those men and men of like mind

'vowed to avenge the years in which brother slaughtered brother

'by destroying the force which began the war

'and uniting the two nations forever in a united Europe.

'Those men who saw the truth formed Blackshirt movements.

'But, again and again,

'Red Front reactionaries tried to break up the meetings,

'tried to prevent the truth reaching the people.

'The Bolsheviks grasped every opportunity to deal an underhand blow

'at the gathering might of fascism.'

'No longer in the blood-sodden fields of Flanders,

'but here, in his home, in the very streets of London,

'brother again fights brother.

'The police, once allied with the Blackshirt cause,

'now so confused by the widely sown seeds of communist chaos,

'are forced to deal indiscriminately with the ensuing violence.'

'One Bolshevik arrested.

'But thousands still free to hold the forces of law and order in contempt.'

'The Blackshirts warned their fellow countrymen of the true danger.

'Not the great German recovery,

'but the terrible, deadly grip of the imperialist Jews,

'who, after one great conflict, were forcing the world towards another.

'The struggled to destroy this grip, but they fought alone.

'Their country, war-weary, was apathetic.

'And the power of international Jewish finance,

'menaced by Germany's miraculous recovery,

'increased its poisonous stranglehold on the rulers of Britain.

'Suddenly its sinews sprang into action.

'The Second World War began.

'Those men who saw the truth were arrested.

'Many died because their country ignored them.

'Germany was faced with a bitter but inexorable duty.

'These are the fruits of Jewish control.

'Britain's heroic defence was immeasurably costly.

'But with Europe threatened from the East,

'Adolf Hitler saw that this internal fight could bring extinction

'for the entire continent.

'But stubbornly, Britain's government rejected peace treaties

'and closed its eyes to the truth.'

'The German Army's conquest was not over the people of Great Britain,

'but over their corrupt rulers.

'The army's arrival enabled those men who saw the truth

'to put their beliefs into action.

'Backed by the people of Britain, they formed England's first government

'with full power to act.

'By outlawing Bolshevism, by establishing the corporate state,

'by helping to solve the Jewish problem

'and by conquering unemployment with the Labour Front,

'the government brought Britain to her place of honour in the new Europe.

'And now, the uniform of the Wehrmacht is worn not only by the German,

'the first winter of 1943 saw the formation of the English Volunteer Legions.

'And now the Englishman again joins the German in the spirit of true comradeship.'

'An echo of the past from Flanders field.'

We had a very good method of protecting ourselves.

We used to make a breastplate of two pieces of cardboard.

Sandwiched between the two pieces of cardboard, drawing pins.

We used to wear those under our shirts.

When these people came to attack us,

their hands used to get torn on the drawing pins.

If they came to the meeting for trouble, we gave them trouble.

Some people might have thought that your methods were as bad as theirs were.

Oh, they... Er... These people have published memoirs,

and one of them, erm, a known criminal,

has said that he went to one of our public meetings

without knowing anything about the politics of that meeting, and without caring,

for a bit of a lark, to break it up.

And he took with him a chair leg

into which had been poured a pound and a half of lead,

and a six-inch nail.

And he hit no less than seven people with this weapon.

Now, if I saw this man at the meeting, I should have to risk

my life, what good looks I have, to get him outside before he hurt somebody.

And he was there to just anybody. Anybody at all.

You would be justified to belt him with his weapon.

That's it.

Why did the film blame the Jews for the Blitz?

It's a simple fact.

You can't get away from it.

Adolf Hitler started a political movement which the Jews opposed.

They were repressed when the National Socialist Party came to power in 1933

and they have been our enemies ever since.

Well, the National Socialists are so racially minded,

why does the army use people of other nations?

These people have volunteered from all parts of Europe and other parts of the world.

In this fight, they've volunteered to fight with the German Army against Bolshevism.

Well, then do you think that Bolshevism and Jews are the same?

To a great extent, yes. Bolshevism is Jewish.

But if I may quote a Jew to you,

Dr Oscar Levy said of his own people,

'When we sink, we become revolutionaries.

'When we rise, there rises the terrible power of our purse.'

There is this point. Let's assume this is before the National Socialist liberation,

and that this country is still controlled by the capitalist Jews.

Now you've also said that Bolshevism is Jewish.

How is it, then, that communism and capitalism are constantly at war?

There is no true conflict between the Jews of the Kremlin or London,

Madrid, New York or any other place.

What makes the Aryan so superior to the Jew?

Well, you only have to look at the different histories of the Aryan race

and the Jewish race to see that ours is immeasurably superior

to the Jewish contribution to the world culture.

Culture I grant you, but quote me another field.

Well, name any other field, erm...

I still maintain that Aryans are superior to Jews in whichever field you care to mention.

- Well, give us some fields. - Well, you give me the fields.

It's not that the Aryans are so superior, but every race is superior to the Jew.

The Jew has no home. The Jew is a parasite race.

The Jew waits for a civilisation to be established,

and then establishes himself on it.

A flea on a dog.

Yes. Fleas can live on a dog, but fleas can't live on fleas.

Send 'em all to Madagascar, that's the simplest way.

Let them cheat one another.

Instead of cheating the people they've lived on for the past centuries.

But if all Jews are parasites,

why not deal with them now instead of sending them to Madagascar?

That's exactly what I want to do. Deal with them now by sending them to Madagascar.

Ideologically, of course, this is a more correct view,

but I think we'll find that there are one or two of them

who have skills, learnt at our expense...

But I don't want their skills.

- I want no part of them. - They're not their skills,

they're our skills, they're skills that they've learnt in our schools,

at our universities and our hospitals.

Well, look, a lot of people have asked me,

what do you do if you suddenly find that you've got, say,

one eighth part of Jewish in you?

I suppose I should say I'd out my throat and let the Jewish blood out.

But in practice, like the rest of National Socialist Europe,

we accept a person of one quarter Jewish blood.

How are you going to trace this ancestry back? It goes back miles.

One quarter Jewish blood doesn't take very much tracing.

So far back does that go?

To your grandmother or your grandfather.

Grandfather? Oh!

Well, I'd be very interested to know your reaction to euthanasia.

It's a surgical operation getting rid of useless matter, useless tissue.

Any doctor does it ten times a day, if it's necessary.

Erm... if you had a small child

who contracted some disease that left him paralysed, as well he might,

would he then be just waste tissue to be got rid of?

- Exactly. - Certainly.

No member is in the position of privilege

to protect a useless person.

A person is useless because he's useless,

not because he happens to be related to somebody who is useful.

Without the existence of such a law,

I would want to take that law into my own hands, anyway.

Mind the doors, please!

We haven't got all day! Mind the doors. Mind the doors, please.

You can't get that thing in there!

Oh, it's you. Just a minute.

Why the chain?

Come on in.

I'm afraid we're in a bit of a state tonight.

But I'm glad you've come.

We've been dying to know what's been happening to you.

And now we're in this mess.

Why have you been shoved down here? Evacuees?

No. They requisitioned the place.

Just because I wouldn't join their, er...

What's the name of that organisation? The one that sounds like a laxative, er...

...Instant Action.

So they pinched the rest of the house and shoved a Block Leader upstairs.

- Would you mind? - Oh, I've seen him.

He's awfully nice, really. Comes in every Thursday for little chats.

About everything except politics.

It's rather like having a favourite uncle for a prison warder.

But I wish I'd stood a bit firmer.

- What do you mean? - Well, you know.

Wish I'd, er... I wish I'd done something positive.

I wouldn't have minded losing the house, but just to say no to a bloody official...

Few years ago, Helen and I were all set to go underground.

But Sarah stopped that.

Can't dare risk her.

Since then, we've done nothing.

Just a moment.

Helen. When you're ready, Pauline's here.

- Until now, that is. - Until now what?

- Sleep well. - Pauline, am I glad to see you!

Goodnight, pet.

With all your experience, you ought to be a lot of help.

- I suppose Dick's told you? - No, not yet.

Let me take your coat and we'll tell you all about it.

You look as if you're about to leave us.

Yes, what is all this mystery about?

You, of all people.

Oh, for heaven's sake, Dick, stop calling me a fascist.

I know as much about politics as a lamp post.

My point is, we've fought a war and we've lost it.

There's been a terrible lot of suffering on both sides,

so why prolong that suffering?

The only way to get back to normal is to support law and order,

whatever little law and order we've got.

And that's what I'm doing. And I'm not ashamed of it.

Get back to our five quid a week and to hell with the war, is that it?

I didn't say that.

But you think this struggling for freedom business is a waste of time.

I didn't, until I became involved in it.

But now I know from personal experience it's a most terrible waste.

Funny... We used to agree about these things.

I supposed we've just changed.

Not surprising, after all that's happened.

He won't allow them. No two people are alike, he wants them all the same.

It's simpler.

So that he can pigeonhole them into groups,

into organisations, or races, or countries.

"I hate all Jews," he'll say, and bang go about 80 million people.

The vast majority of them he can't possibly have met,

but he likes it that way.

It's convenient and it soothes any remnants of conscience.

Here are a lot of people.

All in nice straight lines, all dressed the same,

all jumping up and down to one person's orders.

Splendid.

We know what they are and why they're doing it.

And there is a rabble, all dressed differently, all behaving differently,

no order, no discipline.

Well... the mind can't keep up with them all.

So all right, eliminate them...

- Haven't you any morphine? - No, Dick's used up all his ration.

He's got to wait till Tuesday for some more.

Do you realise the penalty for harbouring partisans?

- Pauline, you won't... - Do you realise the penalty?

Do you realise the mess you're in?

God, now I can see why you were in such a state tonight.

No one'll know if you don't tell them.

For God's sake, hand this man over to the police.

He's going to die in any case, but why should he bleed you to death?

You're only doing it because you feel guilty

that you haven't done anything all these years.

And Dick, think of Sarah and Helen.

You astound me.

Do you really think that I'd hand over a man in that state,

after all he's done for his beliefs?

Oh, don't whitewash those murderers to me.

You call them murderers?

Look, I don't give a damn what you say about the fascists.

But don't try and whitewash those partisans.

They killed six of my closest friends and very nearly killed me in a few seconds.

Yes, I do call them murderers. And I ought to know.

I'm sorry. I suppose you're doing what you think is right.

When you get two sides fighting a battle and you don't agree with either,

life does get a bit complicated.

How do you mean?

I mean I don't agree with their methods. Either of them.

But their aims are different. That's what's important.

Well, the partisans hate the fascists, just as the fascists hate the Jews.

There's nothing to choose between them.

The appalling thing about fascism is

that you've got to use fascist methods to get rid of it.

We've all got a bit of it in us.

And it doesn't take much to bring it to the surface.

It stays with us.

Probably always will.

Well, hadn't we better make the most of it now that we're stuck with it?

Good God, no, you don't get the point. We're stuck with disease.

We don't sit back and accept it, we fight it.

We've got to fight fascism because it's a disease of the mind.

And when you fight a disease,

you often use its own germ for inoculation.

Do you see?

Well, I won't hang around.

I'll be here tomorrow with some morphine.

- You haven't had a thing to eat. - Don't worry.

There's a rally tomorrow and we're all forced to attend.

I'll try and get here before it starts, but it may be a bit tricky.

Well... all I can say is I'm terribly grateful.

So long. Good luck.

Excuse me. ls the doctor ill?

Oh, erm, my visit was social rather than professional.

I thought I heard... Oh, well, never mind.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Hello. What are you doing in this part of the world?

Look, er... Look, Carol, I'm in a bit of a fix.

You have access to the medical stores, don't you?

I'm just the medical officer's secretary.

Well, you're the only one I can ask.

I know it's difficult, but do you think you could get me some morphine

without anyone knowing?

It's absolutely vital. You're the only hope I have.

Come in.

Excuse me, sir. There's someone outside...

Yes. Yes...

Well, what's my position?

What do you want?

There's someone outside, sir, wanting morphine.

Who's coming here? Well, where am I going? Where?

I see.

- How much do they want? - She didn't exactly say, sir.

- Well what does she want it for? - She didn't say, sir.

Yes.

Bye.

You're as inefficient at getting information as you are at typing.

- Better do that again. - Yes, sir.

He was our comrade.

A true National Socialist.

From the earliest days of our first street battles,

he was an unrelenting foe

of all Jews, communists, and other antisocial elements.

With unconquerable courage and faith,

he tore down every obstacle,

crushed all who opposed him.

This rebel, this Jewish-backed scum,

has murdered our comrade.

They have bereaved his wife, orphaned his sons.

But they cannot destroy the example he has given us.

His life was an epic of the human will.

His martyrdom inspires and strengthens us.

Now, we will temper our swords anew

in the blood of our enemies.

They too shall mourn for we will avenge his death!

We will avenge it a thousand times!

'Nurse Murray to Room 523.'

Come in.

- Nurse Murray, ma'am. - Right, stand at ease, Murray.

I've called you up here because of the report we've received...

Certain standards are required of you

when you join the Immediate Action Organisation.

The most important of these is loyalty.

Loyalty to the organisation. Loyalty to the state.

Loyalty to the English people.

It is the English people whose welfare you are responsible for.

It is in this respect that you have failed.

You failed me, you failed the organisation, you failed the state.

Merely because of your misguided sentimentality.

These... political undesirables were your friends,

and you put your friends before the state.

The Fletchers are being dealt with, but you, however, are a nurse.

That is now your only value to the state.

It is for this reason and this reason alone

that we are transferring you to Lidington rehabilitation centre

as a replacement staff nurse. That's all.

Sit in with me.

- Would that be all right? - All right.

I'm Skipworth, caretaker up at the hospital.

And I'm Murray. Pauline Murray.

I suppose you're from London.

You probably don't think

that a small country hospital does very much, even in these days.

Oh, not at all. I realise just how valuable they are.

Oh, no, you wouldn't think so.

Neither did I, till I came here.

Thought I came here to look after the roses.

Oh, you know... Not a bit of it. Not a bit of it.

Doctor comes up to me one moment,

then Sister comes along with another problem.

And I'm doing little favours for the nurses, all at once of course.

You know, there's only one of me.

But I don't get anything extra, Oh, no.

Still, I don't complain.

Keep on movin', I say, keep movin'.

That way... Well, you don't think about yourself.

We're quite near the station, you see.

Doctor, Nurse Murray!

Ah, we've been expecting you.

My name is Walton, and I'm in charge here.

And this is the indispensable Sister Howard.

Hello.

Sister has been here almost 20 years. This is my assistant, Dr Westerman.

Glad to have you with us.

These are Nurses Drayton, Thomas, Fried, Trevelyan, and Haines.

Hello, how are you?

Oh, yes, those that oppose them have been quietly removed

and the tension has relaxed a little bit, not all that much.

I've got to go into the village.

And I'd like to see you in my office when I get back.

Yes, sir.

Mr Skipworth said that you've been very busy here.

Not more than usual.

But if Skipworth can't get his game of darts in the evening,

the world's coming to an end in his view.

If you'd like to come now, I'll show you your room. Good evening, Sister.

- This way. - Thank you.

This place seems rather quiet.

Have all your patients made miraculous recoveries or have they been transferred?

We have a batch of Polish workers in from Cromer.

TB patients, some of them have got pneumonia.

So our other patients had to go.

Here we are, then.

Well, I always think that if your room's all right,

everything's going to be all right.

It can be pretty depressing here sometimes.

Oh, most places can be. People here seem unusually pleasant.

I could imagine Westerman being a bit of an old woman.

But matron seems very sweet.

She keeps us going here. She's wonderful with the patients.

Westerman has an awful effect on us. He's neurotic.

He's got a tough job and it gets him down, I suppose.

Now, we're on Ward 2A, so get sorted out and I'll show you the ropes.

Oh, and don't forget you've got to see Dr Walton.

Yes.

Come in!

Ah, you've settled in all right, have you?

Yes, thank you, sir.

Now, there'll be no necessity for you to wear that particular uniform.

Nurse Trevelyan will fit you out with one of the ordinary white ones

that I prefer the nurses hereto wear.

Yes, I'd prefer that myself.

Now, you've probably been told about the transportation of eastern workers.

They've been working on the new harbour in Cromer, apparently.

When they were found to have contracted TB,

they were sent to the centre in Cambridge.

Unfortunately, they're incurables.

So don't mention this around the village.

Well, no, sir.

I shan't be here tonight and Dr Westerman will be in charge.

Well, that'll be all, nurse. Thank you. Goodnight.

Goodnight, sir. Goodnight, matron.

- That suits you better. - It certainly feels better.

I can't believe my luck. After all these months of black serge.

This is a marvellous place. Even the wards are wonderful.

Walton gave you the situation, did he?

Oh, he said something... But where are the thermometers?

We'll need them for these admissions.

He didn't, obviously.

It's shocking, the way they treat these workers. Worse than animals.

Matron? Could you find a cup of tea for me and him?

Well, I'd better get back to the ward.

Er, take this off and put this on.

Ah, like that.

Oh, yes. Pyjama, yes.

You understand?

Oh, no. Put these on.

Oh, Nurse Murray. I'll handle this.

Could you get the box for their clothes from the stockroom?

You'll be all right?

Does anyone here speak English?

Inoculation against infectious diseases.

All right. Let's start.

Doctor, what about the late shift?

Nurse Murray?

Carry on with these, will you, please? 10 ccs.

All over.

- Finished? - Not quite.

Well, carry on after supper. Let's go and eat.

Nurse Murray, you'll probably like to turn in early tonight.

That'll mean you're on first round tomorrow.

- Is that all right? - I'd love to.

- But is it fair with two off-duty? - Oh, it's all right.

Nurse Drayton, you're on night duty.

We shall need two men from the village tonight to assist Skipworth.

- So if you'll attend to that. - Yes, Sister. You coming down?

No, I don't think I will. I'm dead beat.

'They are bound to lose vast quantities of men...

'...the partisan supply route has been cut off.

'The Minister of the interior said today that the landings of isolated groups

'of Americans and exiled Englishmen,

'trained in all forms of violence and subversion

'and reminiscent of the gangster rule in Chicago some years ago,

'should not be regarded as an invasion, but more as an armed excursion,

'causing untold suffering and hardship to the civilian population.

'They could not possibly have any effect on the outcome of the war.

'That is the end of the news.'

Mr Skipworth!

Mr Skipworth? Mr Skipworth?

How do you think I feel? Do you think I like it here?

What's the alternative? I can't leave. I've no other job to go to.

And if you refuse to carry on, they'd send us all to concentration camps.

Either way, they're going to die. Isn't it kinder for them to die this way?

You see, we've always been a nursing home.

We've always treated TB cases.

So the authorities find it convenient that we should appear to carry on as before.

The patients, the incurable ones, have to go.

So we just do our best to see them through their last hours as humanely as possible.

Why did you join that organisation in the first place?

When you joined that, you accepted National Socialism.

And you accepted every method it employs to achieve its aims.

You can't ignore the basic issue.

You're involved in a great cleansing operation wiping out disease,

medical, political, racial.

We don't enjoy this charade any more than you do.

But we find that kindliness allays suspicion.

It makes disposal easier.

You see, we're like soldiers at the front.

They can't betray their country by deserting their post.

And nor can we.

Just been up the hospital, sir. It was absolute hell.

All they've got is Jerry prisoners carrying blokes in and putting them down.

No one knows the first thing about wounds.

Have you got anyone who knows about medicine?

We got anyone who can help?

- How 'bout that nurse we captured? - You caught a nurse?

- Collaborator. - Will she do it?

Well, let's ask her.

Greg, bring that nurse over here, will you?

Oi, you! Here! You!

Oi, come on! Yes, you. Come on, you're wanted.

- You're a qualified nurse, aren't you? - Are you prepared to nurse our wounded?

Right. Will you go with this officer, please?

- There's service for you. - Thank you, sir.

Come on, Miss. Let's go.

Corporal!

- Brought you a nurse. Look after her. - Thanks.

Right, we start over here.

Well, I'm afraid this is all we've got.

- Do you think you'll cope? - Yes.

- Right. I'll leave you to it. - All right.

'This is the broadcasting station of the British Army of Liberation.

'Stay tuned in to this wavelength for news of our victory offensive.

'Report from Gloucestershire. Evesham, held by fanatical remnants

'of the English SS, is now completely surrounded and cut off

'by units of the Army of Liberation.

'You're listening to the broadcasting station of the British Army of Liberation.

'Stay tuned in to this wavelength for news of our Victory Offensive.

'Report from Gloucestershire. The SS at Evesham cannot face another fight.

'They have surrendered without firing a shot.

'The road to Gloucester is clear!

'Yet another victory in the Victory Offensive!'

You won't be needing these again, you bastard.

Stand clear. Stand clear.

'Report from Gloucestershire.

'The Army of Liberation is being welcomed in every town on the road to Gloucester.

'All opposition is being crushed.

'Volunteers are flocking to the Union Jack.

'The spire of the cathedral is now in sight,

'and with it, another stage of the liberation.'

All right...