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France, May 1940.

After months of a waiting war, the Nazis launched their blitzkrieg.

Their armored divisions, with air support, swiftly invaded Holland and

Belgium on May 10th.

By May 25th, General von Kleist's troops had reached Boulogne and Calais.

On May 28th, Leopold, King of the Belgians, surrendered.

The 6th German Army was only 30 miles from Ostend.

The British, with the remnants of the Belgian and French armies, were cut off

in a narrow coastal zone, reaching from Gravelines to Nieuport.

General Lord Gort, commanding the British expeditionary forces, gave the

order to begin Operation Dynamo, the withdrawal of British troops.

Admiral Ramsay ordered all available vessels and boats, the Royal Navy, the

merchant fleet, Thugs.

fishing boats, lifeboats, launchers and pleasure craft to sail to Dunkirk to

pick up members of the British Expeditionary Force and bring them home.

May 29th, the evacuation of the British from Dunkirk had begun.

Don't be too deep. Come on.

That's it.

Carry on.

The mine must be completely covered.

And the cable as well.

I can hear them. They are coming.

Take cover!

Take cover, men!

Hey there, cop.

Ready? Yes, sir.

Fire!

Hello? Hello?

What, you bastard?

I'm trying to talk on this bloody phone!

What's the matter, Sergeant?

Headquarters, sir.

They say we've got to pull back.

Tell them to go to hell.

What's that?

Give me that.

Back line general.

You still sitting there on your ass?

What?

I can't hear the damn thing.

Cease fire!

Hello?

All right.

You can talk now.

What?

What is it, Sergeant? Here you are, sir.

Yes,

sir.

I don't want any of you going around bragging how we taught the Germans a

lesson.

Our orders were to withdraw, not to fight. What?

Lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

Take squad number one and put these guns out of action, then rendezvous with the

rest of us.

Very well, sir.

Sergeant. Yes, sir? Get squad number two and three on the move. They've got to

destroy the bridge. Otherwise, the retreating French will be surrounded.

Yes, sir. Come on.

Let's go.

Keep moving.

Stop. No.

Take cover.

Hold your fire.

We didn't know they were othering these troops in the woods.

We thought it was the enemy.

Exactly, Lieutenant.

Herr Major,

dieser Mann ist Turk, Major.

In English.

Please, it's indispensable you talk in English.

Keep your thoughts and feelings in German, but your language must be that

of the enemy.

Yes, sir.

All right, now.

We'll take their identity discs and their papers.

Learn your new names.

A slip-up could ruin everything.

We shall split up and then meet in London.

And remember, each of you is authorized to kill anyone who disobeys orders.

Now infiltrate into British units.

Look what you're doing, you fathead.

You want to blow us all up?

Hotchkiss, you bastard.

Don't play around with that thing.

All set, Sergeant?

Yes, sir.

Where the hell are the men from squad number one?

They should have been here by this time.

Sergeant. Yes, sir?

You take over.

I'm going back.

If I'm not back in ten minutes, you go ahead and blow up the bridge. If I may

say so, sir. Sergeant.

When are you ever going to learn to obey without coming?

Look at who the hell's talking.

Come on there, you lazy bastards!

Hey, you!

If you want to sit there, you'll get your ass fried.

What are you waiting for?

The Germans?

Okay, light them! Sullivan!

Smith!

Donaldson!

Hot kick!

All right, me lads! We'd better hurry!

Hey,

you! Stop! Get back! Get back!

Run!

Run! The bridge is mine!

Thanks a million. You saved my life.

Forget it.

I suppose the spirit of my Hungarian parents must have come out in me. I'm

sure you would have done the same thing for me.

I'm terribly sorry, sir, but it was the only way I could think of to make you

turn back.

Many thanks, Sergeant.

I'm glad to see you're such a cracked shot, especially when you've missed the

target.

What about the men in squad number one, sir?

Dead.

Every one of them.

Not a single survivor.

It's very strange.

I don't understand.

Look what Sergeant Mulligan's found.

Hey, a red-eye!

Anyone want a lift to Piccadilly?

Well done, Sergeant.

Thank you, sir.

Get your ass up.

Thanks, Sergeant.

Come on, no pictures. We got work to do.

If I may be permitted to say so, sir.

It looks like the British Navy's been reduced till it's nothing but a bunch of

little toy boats.

They're better off than the army, Sergeant.

If Hitler were to land in England now, the only opposition he would find would

be the Boy Scouts.

All right, Mulligan, let's go.

All right.

Oh, my God.

Come on, if you don't want to be left dead on the beach.

What?

You all right?

Yes, thanks. I'm all right.

Well, they'll be back.

They'll be back.

Come on. Keep moving. Keep moving.

Go on.

Go on. Keep moving. Move. See you in London.

Watch it, Froggy.

Careful, Frank.

Look at those two. You should have stayed behind your damn Maginot line

instead of pulling out. We're running like you are in order to continue the

fight against the Nazis.

Cut it out, Sergeant.

Cut it out.

They are not coming to England for a bloody cup of tea, you know.

Come on now.

Come on.

Look, Matty, wake me as soon as you can smell the old tea brewing.

That'll mean we're in Dover.

for identity check and reassignment.

Repeat, proceed immediately to your respective control centers for identity

checks and reassignment.

Ah, I've been dreaming of this for months at last.

Who the hell made this load of nuts?

Blimey, maybe it helped to kill these fleas, eh?

Yes, Sergeant.

Come on.

Attention,

attention.

Canteens have been set up on piers 1, 2 and 3.

Canteens have been set up on piers 1, 2 and 3.

St. Agnew Street, number 38. Pass the word along.

Give this to the captain.

It seems in order.

Thank you.

Black Pellicier, Archifield, and Gaston Dufour.

Hey, we were hoping we'd be taken into the Royal Air Force.

What is your name, beautiful?

Right here.

Antony Ferguson.

I'm sorry.

We're in the process of trying to save an entire army.

We can't waste time worrying about regimental insignia.

Surely you realize that there are more important problems, Captain?

Here you are.

What, sir? I suggest that you talk to your commanding officer.

Attention. Leave the pier as soon as formalities are completed.

Repeat. Leave the pier as soon as final formalities are completed.

Please move out as quickly as possible.

Please move out as quickly as possible.

Attention. Dr. Andrews is wanted at first aid station number three.

Dr. Andrews at first aid station number three.

See your commanding officer.

Same old army.

Excuse me.

Martin.

You dropped this. Oh, thank you. Martin, this is Meg, my favorite lieutenant.

Hello. How do you do? Paul, you should be congratulated.

Don't be taken in by appearances, Martin.

Meg is not satisfied with her mere captain.

There is an air marshal, Air Marshal Taylor, who... Don't be silly, Paul.

Well, we'll meet each other in London.

I should think you'd want to be alone now. Bye.

Bye.

See you soon, old man.

Sir?

What?

Do you have a light?

St Agnew Street, 38.

Beg pardon, sir.

I've got the men together to go up to London.

Will you join us, sir?

Yes, Sergeant.

You see what I mean?

We can see you tonight at my place.

I can't.

I'm on duty.

We'll have lots more days to be together.

And don't forget tonight's.

Oh, well, we'll be seeing each other.

Oh, and don't let your gentlemen work too hard.

We are losing the war as it is, even with George Taylor.

And so, gentlemen, we have got to get our warning system in better shape.

I agree.

Gentlemen, the supreme command does not underestimate the menace of the enemy's

strength in the air.

Our air force could operate more efficiently if the approach of enemy

planes could be known at least ten minutes in advance.

Mr. Antony?

We should have a thousand planes by the end of the year.

and pilot training schools will give us 3,000 pilots a month.

Thank you.

Gentlemen,

France has asked for an armistice.

We are now virtually alone before the threat of a German invasion.

General Dell?

Well, the air reconnaissance photos show an increasing concentration of German

troops around the Calais area.

Before they'll be able to go ahead with an invasion, it's obvious the enemy must

dominate the air so he can paralyze our industrial centers and strike terror

into the population.

For the first time in history, this battle will be fought in the skies.

The price is the salvation of England, Air Marshal Taylor.

This salvation depends...

to a great extent on you.

In that case, allow me to insist once again upon my request for more radar

positions.

I ask that top priority be given to furnishing us with new stations.

The Prime Minister has already given his approval.

Gentlemen, back to work now.

Thank you for attending.

Thank you, sir.

And may the radar system Air Marshal Taylor has such confidence in prove its

worth and help save England.

I repeat, it's extremely important.

I absolutely must talk to Air Marshal Dowden. It's out of the question. He's

in conference. All right, then.

But you are going to regret this.

Damn idiots.

Paul!

George, how are you?

Fine.

I need your help.

They're all deaf and blind in there.

Well, I agree with you, Paul, but don't you think it would be better if you told

me what it is you want me to do?

I'm sorry.

Look. How would you like to wake up one morning and find out that the Germans

have landed in England?

Excuse me, sir.

May I see your pay book, sir?

Thank you, sir.

It must have been tough over in France, sir.

I didn't have much time to think about it, Sergeant.

Well, I haven't been able to find out anything else except what I've sent to

Berlin.

But there's no doubt about it. The English have perfected a warning system.

Hello, Mother Harry.

Enjoying yourself?

Oh, sorry, Major. I thought you knew.

Sheila and I are old friends, aren't we?

We were students together at the Secret Service School.

Eh, Mother Harry?

Very interesting.

Did you have any difficulty getting here?

No, sir.

Apparently, the English have given their men permission to take a week's leave

after Dunkirk. They're reassigning all the men.

And for at least a couple of days, I believe we can take it easy.

Good.

Sheila will tell the others later tonight at the bar where she works.

For now, our identities must remain the same.

We shouldn't leave our dead behind us.

The English may become suspicious.

Orders from Berlin? We're unable to receive any or to transmit information.

The enemy has arrested almost all of our agents in England.

Sheila managed to escape by sheer miracle.

An old and fat miracle.

He comes to the bar, Captain Alfred of the military police.

She knew that would be part of her job.

Of course.

But it's not always so pleasant to have to go to bed with your job.

I understand.

The date of the invasion is near. If it's true the enemy does have this radar

or whatever the name is, it's our job to locate the installations and sabotage

them. That is our principal objective.

Now we shall leave, one at a time.

I'll be expecting you here day after tomorrow at 2 o'clock.

Just a test for the air raid warning system.

They do it every day.

They do?

Well, I don't believe that will be enough to stop the Luftwaffe.

What the hell are you doing, Mulligan?

That's not an air raid alarm.

It's just an exercise.

Begging your pardon, sir.

It's only human. We can all make mistakes.

Even the men half asleep on their asses in air defense.

I hate to contradict your sergeant, Paul, but up there, inside, we have eyes

and ears always open and alert.

Look, it's your duty to help me if, as you say, your radar system will stop the

Nazi pilots.

Excuse me, Paul, but can you imagine the look on the faces of the men of General

Staff when I tell them that London is overrun with Germans wearing British

uniforms?

I don't have to imagine them.

It's enough just looking at the expression on your face.

Just a sec.

Can you explain to me how it is possible that I found the insignia of the

Hampshire regiment on the uniform of a man lying dead?

Dead among my own men?

I'll have a talk with General Harding's insecurity.

But now you promised me that you'll put in a request for leave.

You'll need it after what you've been through.

That's a clever trick.

I'm surprised at you, Marshal.

With me out of the way again, you'll continue having your way clear with a

certain young lady in the auxiliary service.

132, quadrant 18C. Message received. Over. Second squadron, over. Eight-two.

Coordinate 27, quadrant 309.

Wing Commander, sir.

Second wave flying over C2 approaching now.

Third squadron approaching quadrant 33 now.

Coastal patrol returning over quadrant R22.

Two air transport over S34.

Six fighter escorts approaching quadrant D19.

Looks like this is it, sir.

State of emergency.

Excuse me, sir.

Would you like some tea?

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Do you know who came with me today?

Paul. He hasn't changed a bit.

Still impulsive and jealous.

Well, does he have a reason to be?

Perhaps. Why not?

One of these days, I could ask you to marry me.

One of these days, I could answer you.

Attention. Attention.

Radar station report.

Three Stuka squadrons A, B, and C repeat.

Three Stuka squadrons on A, B, and C will reach the English coast southwest

of Dover within a few minutes.

Five squadrons leaving airfields in the Calais area, direction north-northeast,

possibly headed toward London.

Aircraft now approaching sectors one, three, and seven. Three Stuka squadrons

approaching... Allowance status for anti-aircraft sectors one, three, and

seven. First brigade squadron, move to quadrant number nine. 29, 23, 51.

This is it. Now we can show them.

Come on, allons-y.

A, B, and C have reached over. They are continuing on... Over quadrant direction

32 degrees north-northwest.

Second brigade squadron to quadrant number 12.

Confirm, please.

Coastal anti-aircraft defense prepared to open barrage fire in exactly 12

minutes.

Observation post 4-3. Our fighter's about to engage enemy.

Attention! Attention!

and I expect it to land between Folkestone and Eastbourne.

You, as the Admiralty, will submit for my approval a plan of operations.

General, you'll lead the expeditionary forces.

Our planes have already started, and our victory is certain.

I gave strict orders not to be interrupted.

Gentlemen, I have just been advised that enemy planes have intercepted our

formations flying over the English Channel.

We sustained heavy losses.

We may have to revise our plans, especially since these losses are due to

the operation and the efficiency of the English radar system.

Excuse me, sir.

Marshal Goering has affirmed that this famous English radar thing... hasn't

been perfected. It doesn't work.

It's a product of propaganda put out by the English, which we can calmly ignore.

I'm sorry. Unlike Feldmarschall Goering, I don't share the same optimism.

Precisely for that very reason, I've dispatched a special service mission to

sabotage these installations.

It won't be necessary.

This chance success carved out by the enemy will remain an isolated case.

The Luftwaffe will open the way to final victory.

Marcel Goering has already designated it the day of the eagle, the day on which

we shall wipe the entire Royal Air Force from the skies.

To 100 more days such as this one, my friends.

Today we have taken away from Mr.

Hitler 93 of his planes.

Nobody can deny that it is a trouble, eh? Si, that's vast, eh? Wow!

And cheers!

We gave him a taste of what...

And it's only the beginning.

Cheers! Here's to the RAS!

There are many of these radar stations.

They're under the command of Air Marshal Taylor.

Taylor? Yes, George Taylor.

Air Marshal Taylor.

Taylor?

Tell Kruger that I think I'm on to something good.

It's worn by a Hampshire regiment.

The 43rd Infantry Division, Wessex. An unit that happened to have been captured

by the Germans...

exactly four days before Captain Stevens found a dead man wearing the insignia in

the vicinity of Melville.

The man from the Hampshire Regiment could not have reached this vicinity

without crossing enemy territory.

Thank you, General.

And my compliments on the efficiency of the security service.

So it seems that you are right, Captain.

If I may say so, sir, I don't believe there can be any doubt.

The Germans have found a very clever way to land here in England.

They put on British uniforms and mingled with our troops during the evacuation at

Dunkirk. What do you think about it, General?

Seems fantastic.

But when you stop to think of it, why not?

British network of radar stations could well be the objective these Germans are

after. Perhaps even the central control base.

We simply cannot run that risk.

Sir, I have reorganized my company.

They are all veterans, experienced men.

We could work hand in hand with the military police.

Very well, Captain.

You have my full authorization.

The organization will function under the code name Operation Valiant.

Step lively!

Move! On the double men!

Hurry it up! Come on! Look, Sergeant.

What? How are we going to recognize these Germans?

Oh, it's very simple, Eddie. When you see someone with black hair hanging over

his eyes and wearing a little black mustache, Grab him. Go ahead.

Grab his head.

Ask every soldier you see for his pay book and check his identity disk. Move

it! Sergeant.

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

There's an officer here. He wants to see Captain Stevens.

Who is he?

Hey, Sergeant Mulligan.

Ah, good morning, sir.

How's it going, Sergeant?

Every time I come to a bridge, I remember you and your machine gun.

You're joking, sir.

But you know, I may have to blow up London Bridge.

Looks like the Germans are already here.

Captain Stevens, sir.

Look who's here.

Martin.

How are you? Where the dickens have you been hiding?

Hello, Paul.

I've been up to see my people.

Now, the only thing I've got to find myself is a place to sleep.

You already found one.

My place.

You can stay with me. There is plenty of room. And besides, I don't think that

I'll have much time to be at home anyway. Oh, no, Paul. I wouldn't want

to. Disturb me.

When will the English ever learn not to be so damn formal?

Not even the war seems to have changed things.

Then it's all arranged, right?

All right.

Thanks.

See you later.

Have your papers checked at the company headquarters.

We are here to check up on all the troops that returned from France.

They know we're here, but seem unable to beat us individually.

We must make frequent changes of identity.

For that, we must kill.

Carl, Theodore, inform the others.

You're relatively secure since your papers have already been checked.

Try to get close to that girl to pick up information.

Our prime objective is the main control center. If we sabotage that, the entire

radar network is paralyzed.

And remember, we don't have much time.

The date of the invasion is very close.

I don't know whether to admire him or loathe him.

He's a fanatic.

You're really following orders right down to the letter, aren't you?

You're not only speaking English, you're also beginning to think in English.

The whole thing is becoming very dangerous, especially for you, Sheila.

And you're becoming much too sentimental.

There's no room for it in war.

Yeah.

Yes, perhaps I really must go.

I'll drop by tonight at the bar.

Hail Hitler.

That's the Germans, they say.

As though that were easy.

Thought I'd got one night before last, but I made a big mistake.

He was a Polish colonel.

Hadn't been for Captain Stevens, I'd be in solitary right now.

Rather mess, isn't it? Yes, I suppose it is. It's really my fault.

Paul practically lives at the barracks and I... and I'm not exactly the

domestic type.

Hello, Meg. What a wonderful surprise.

If only I had a bit of time, you

know, I could get this place looking presentable.

Don't bother about it. We are used to it.

Aren't we, Martin? Yes, I guess you could say that.

Excuse me, but I'm sorry. I should be going. Don't be late.

And if you should run into any Nazis, bring them in.

Bye, Meg.

Goodbye.

I haven't too much time.

I'm expected back at the base.

Meg, I want to... Isn't this what you want?

Yes!

Yes, but not this way.

Here is a message from the Prime Minister, the Right Honourable Winston

Churchill. We must take September the 15th as the culminating date of the

air battle.

On this day, the Luftwaffe, after two heavy attacks on the 14th, made its

greatest concentrated effort in a resumed daylight attack on London.

It was one of the decisive battles of the war, and like the Battle of

Waterloo, It was on a Sunday.

I asked whether any results had come to hand.

The attack appeared to have been repelled satisfactorily. It was evident

that the enemy had everywhere pierced our defenses.

Many scores of German bombers with their fighter escort had been reported over

London.

I'm short of fuel.

Don't worry about that. If we have to make an emergency landing in France,

you'll visit Paris.

Third squadron decided to make the coast. Two aircraft missing, three lost.

Sixth squadron, two planes hit, three badly damaged, four enemy planes shot

down.

Fifth squadron, one plane remaining.

Three have tried crash landings in the channel.

Four shot down over Berlin.

40 aircraft lost out of 150 taking part in the action over Berlin.

A decided victory, psychologically above all.

But the RAF has paid dearly for it.

Get yourself some rest, gentlemen.

I'm afraid we'll have little time for sleep tonight.

No identity disk.

No uniform.

Maybe he's a civilian.

Not with those underclothes. I think he's military.

Looks like another case for Valiant, if you ask me.

Where did they find him? At the edge of a pond near Croydon. No identification

whatsoever.

Damn them.

This makes the eighth in just a few days.

We're doing everything possible, Stevens.

With your permission, sir, it will be us who find the Nazis.

I'll get one, I swear, and I'll strangle the son of a bitch with my own two

bloody hands or my name ain't Donald Mulligan.

Sergeant. Yes, sir?

I appreciate your feelings, but remember, we are soldiers, not

murderers.

God, it couldn't be hotter in here, could it? I'm melting.

I wonder if it's as hot as this in hell.

You can satisfy your curiosity.

See a pay book, Sarge?

Good-bye.

Where are you off to, mate? I have a rendezvous and I'm six hours late.

Then you'd better get in.

I'll give you a lift.

The bus doesn't seem to stop here anymore.

Thank you, Martin.

Meg.

What are you doing around here?

Just passing by.

Do you suppose you might join me and have a drink?

Thank you, Martin.

I think it's a pretty good idea.

Well, in that case, then, what are we doing here?

Shall we go?

Yes.

We were digging through the rubble when Barney found him.

I thought it best to send for you, sir.

You were right, officer.

There he is, sir.

Mulligan.

The last bloody straw, I should say.

One of the Frenchmen.

There's no mistake about it. I had the poor bastard under me feet during the

old crossing.

Poor geezer.

Don't move. You'll spoil it, Sheila.

All right, soldier.

Your drinks will be two shillings.

What do you say if I add a small charge for the free show?

You'd better watch it, Sheila. You'll have him choking on his beer.

Thank you, Miss.

So, you see, I would so much like to be sure that Paul really loves me.

Go on, Meg, please.

It'll make you feel better.

You see, he gets angry because he doesn't see me more often.

But I'm on duty. I simply can't get away.

Paul can't understand that.

But it's important for me to do the job right.

I'm worried he may soon get tired of me.

I don't know... I don't know what to do.

Your job at the control center must be a very taxing one.

Air Marshal Taylor's an extraordinary man.

Then perhaps Paul is right to be jealous. Oh, no, he's just joking. Paul

isn't really jealous.

Miss, would you bring us two more gins?

What are your workouts, Meg?

There are four six-hour shifts.

We alternate, of course.

But with the Blitz getting worse, we sometimes put in 12 or more hours of

distraction.

May I see your pay book, please?

Thank you.

Pay book, please.

Pay book, please.

Thank you.

May I see your pay book, sir?

Here's your paper, please.

Here, sir. Oh,

I'm terribly sorry.

Oh, that's all right.

Here you are.

Thank you, ma'am.

Thank you, sir.

Cheers. Cheers.

Restrict all the Frenchmen to camp?

That's crazy, Paul.

If you give this order... It will mean there will be only one man in a French

uniform walking about in London, and he's got to be the killer we are looking

for.

Don't you understand?

If we get him, we can also get the others.

George, damn it, give the order!

You are the only one who can do it.

The French are under your command.

Very well.

But it'll probably be the last one I ever give.

that we risk our lives, that we fly over Berlin, that we die, of course.

But when we return to camp, how are we treated?

Like prisoners!

Well, I am a soldier fighting for our free friends.

Messieurs, let us show the English.

We take orders only from General de Gaulle. Let's go!

Hey, you, you French.

Why, is it show?

One,

two, three, four.

Hey, what the hell is this all about?

There should be just one French geezer.

Well, look.

The wicked sergeant. Now, my friend, may I give you a bit of advice, since you've

had experience in the matter?

Stick your tail between your legs and run.

Begging your pardon, sir.

You see, I'm afraid I'm going to have to mess up your pretty uniform.

Let me.

in trouble, Sergeant, huh?

Everybody out.

We've done it, students.

Your plan worked.

Glad to hear it.

How did he get there?

When we ordered him to halt, he started to fire and ran up there.

You take the other side.

and die for one... So that we could capture a German spy, we had to confine

you to barracks.

Here are your papers, gentlemen. We're sorry for the inconvenience. You're free

to go.

You have a nice uniform, Sergeant.

You too, sir.

Stevens.

Yes, Bentley? What is it?

He's dead.

Killed himself.

Cyanide capsule under his tongue.

I wasn't able to learn anything. Damn it.

He was our only chance of finding the others.

Have you managed to penetrate into one of the radar stations?

At Portsmouth, I was able to get in.

You know, that base is the key.

I slow things up a bit, but I can't do much alone. With seven or eight men, I

could blow it up... and paralyze a vital sector of their whole warning system.

And how many men on guard?

The base is entirely enclosed, with 38 men normally on guard.

But that's not the problem. I've already got passes, and you can walk right in.

Something failed to work, gentlemen.

Three German squadrons were already over London before radar picked them up.

Maybe the Germans have installed some new radar escape device on their planes.

No, I don't think so. They wouldn't have had the time.

Perhaps it's some defect in our installations.

We must never discount the possibility of man-made errors.

It's most unlikely.

However, I have ordered a complete check.

Yes, sir, right away.

It's for you, sir, the Prime Minister.

Yes, sir, this is Dowding.

Of course.

I'll be at Downing Street in ten minutes.

Gentlemen, the meeting is adjourned.

George, over which section did the Germans get through?

The southeast. Why?

Wait a minute.

Which radar installation controls that zone?

Now, don't be getting any strange ideas in your head.

The men at the radar installations are all hand-picked, intensively checked.

And as a special precaution, they are divided into groups which go on duty

every other day.

Come on, George.

Which installation is it?

Oh, all right.

It's the one at Portsmouth.

Get a move on!

Come on, quick, hurry!

Come on, boys!

Move your bag asses, come on!

Sergeant. Yes, sir?

Give everybody to the barracks and see to it that no one leaves. Yes, sir.

Number two spot, cover me.

We're English and we're in England. The Germans are out over there. Get them

inside. I'm only obeying orders.

Hey, Sergeant.

You don't understand nothing.

He doesn't understand.

Oh, ow!

That's your captain, right?

Yes.

He's after us.

You can't know how many we are.

Wolf, Wheelie, Schmidt, fill up your pockets right away. And your knapsacks

with dynamite.

As soon as you're ready, we'll try to make a getaway.

You know what to expect.

You'll have to answer to me personally, Captain.

I wish you luck in finding those German phantoms of yours.

Major, I was... Out with my fire!

Hold your fire!

They're over here!

Three of you, that way!

The rest with me.

One of these days, Baker.

refuses.

Hurry, hurry.

So this is the famous radar.

It was.

Oh, well.

Come on, lads. Come on.

Pull in. Pull in now.

Come on, you lazy bastards.

I'm sorry, sir.

I almost wish I had been wrong.

I shall need one or two days to put the radar in order again.

All because of three damn saboteurs.

How can we be sure that there were only three?

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

With this pass, you'll enter the base operational control center.

Now that I have a new identity, I must be very careful with Captain Stevens.

Don't forget that we live together. I don't take that into account.

Because you're going to kill him before you go into action.

He's the leader of Operation Valiant.

From this moment on, Operation Valiant has to be put out of commission.

Objections?

No.

Splendid.

Obedience is expected of an officer of the Third Reich.

Implicit.

The operation is set for tomorrow night.

Does that mean we're going to invade?

Yes, it does, Karl.

That depends on our success.

The Luftwaffe has to strike by surprise.

And that's the reason why we must knock out their defense system.

Destroy those papers at once.

There will be no trace of your Hormann identity.

The English raided the bar. They caught Boster.

I got away, but I think they're on to me.

They'll surely come here.

We've got to get away.

No, not you, Sheila.

If they catch you, it's the end of all of us.

Major, don't you think that... Sheila knew very well the risks she was taking.

Carl.

Martin, not Carl.

You do it.

Stevens. If your theory is right, and it is, this could be one of the killers.

Stevens, I'm talking to you.

I'm sorry, Bentley.

You see, I know this man.

What?

Marty.

It's impossible.

Still, on the other hand...

On the bridge when we were retreating.

Not far away from where my men were killed.

Lieutenant Martin Donovan.

Recently attached to the 143rd Infantry Brigade.

He's probably a German agent.

Lieutenant Martin Donovan?

Isn't he the one who... Yeah, the same bloody one.

The one living with Captain Stevens.

I can't take much more of this, Sergeant.

Hell, this ain't a war.

It's a crossword puzzle.

Keep riding, you ape, and don't go trying to understand orders like this

one. Or they might make you a colonel.

Ah, Mulligan here.

Oh, yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

No, sir.

Sorry, sir, but Captain Stevens isn't in the office.

Very well. Thank you, Sergeant.

You can say goodbye for me. Have you really made up your mind about it?

Really, George?

I'm giving the orders today, Meg.

I only want to...

There

are at least 200 bombers and 400 fighter planes. This is the first daylight raid

made in full force. They'll be over us in ten minutes.

Their objective is London.

All aircraft are ordered to take off at once and converge on London.

There is no doubt the enemy is going to try a massive landing of troops on our

shores.

And that means we must go ahead with Operation Cromwell.

I'm grateful to you, sir, for having given me back the 7th Squadron to

command. But what about base operations?

They can get along very well without my presence.

Very well, Taylor. I confess if I were of your age, I would prefer active

service too.

I must say I envy you.

Go ahead.

Shoot.

What are you waiting for?

You and your friends ought to be used to it by now.

Where was it you began?

In France, wasn't it?

I remember you saved my life there.

And now the time's come for me to repay the debt.

Sentiments.

And such noble ones.

Why, if only your fear could hear you. I'm just a soldier, Paul.

Just like you.

Here is to us.

In sector 5234, two squadrons over quadrant C4.

There are at least a thousand aircraft.

They're continuing to take off from airfields in France.

Concentrate all available forces over the channel.

We must try at any cost to stop them.

May God help England.

Let's go man!

We've got to prevent them from destroying London.

I don't want to insist, but why don't we go down into the shelter?

Why don't you shut up?

And quit pestering me. I told you before, we're not moving from here until

the captain comes back.

Sergeant, if we stay up here, Captain Stevens will come back and find us dead.

Base operations to Daisy.

The Germans are also attacking Dover, Sheffield, Birmingham.

I cannot divert other fighter groups.

Dammit! Those are diversion attacks.

I repeat, and this is an order. All available aircraft over London.

Halt!

Hurry up, please, Sergeant. We've got a load of Transformers with top priority.

Yes, sir.

Just one moment, sir.

Put me right through to Operation Ben.

Base! Daisy to base!

Answer me, dammit! What's happened to the reinforcement squadrons?

Base operation to Daisy.

We're pulling all fighter units from other sectors and concentrating on

London.

Sir?

The Germans.

Any news? No, sir.

We only had one call from the gate man at base operations.

But we were cut off.

Not again. Yes, sir?

If you were in charge of an armed group and were in enemy territory, where would

you strike?

Well, let me think. The control center.

The control center, Mulligan.

That's where they would strike.

Once the control center is destroyed, orders can no longer get through.

Come on.

Into the other room.

Come along.

Switch up all contacts.

Come on.

What's happening?

Is that you, Herman?

Sorry. My name ain't Herman.

Perfect. Let's get out of here.

Set the fuses for five minutes.

Major?

Yes? Those inside.

Clumb up let's go

Yes

It's nothing.

Nothing.

Martin! It's all over.

Surrender.

Martin.

It's all over.

Surrender.

Sorry.

You should have known that a German officer

never surrenders.

Thousands of planes.

Now, this is an order. All available aircraft over London.

Dammit, where are those planes?

If they don't get here, we're lost.

George, hang on. It won't be long.

The others are coming.

Cute little nurses at the hospital.

It's not the leg that's bothering me, Sergeant.

But who's going to pay me my pension?

Churchill or Hitler?

Your uniforms are all packed, sir.

Just one more and your bags will be ready.

If you'll allow me to say so, sir, the members of the General Staff were a

bunch of old ladies.

Sending clever people like yourself and me back to the infantry.

Don't worry, Sergeant.

We'll still be back in time to get ourselves into more trouble, I'm sure.

Oh, you can bet on that, Captain.

But once old England wins out, yours truly, Donald Mulligan, is going to sit

on his arse for a whole year without moving.

What a load of rot.

Go here, go there.

Never a minute's peace.

Always someone making you jump to attention and throwing you into a spin.

No, sir. No, sir.

I'll have had more than enough.

Oh, by the way, sir, I'd almost forgotten, sir.

Flight officer Jones asked me to tell you she's had herself transferred to

Birmingham.

She'll be leaving in an hour, sir.

to board the military train on Platform 6 until further notice.

which has been in progress over this island for the last few weeks, has

recently attained a high intensity.

It is too soon to attempt to assign limits either to its scale or to its

duration. It is quite plain, sir, that Herr Hitler could not admit defeat in

his air attack on Great Britain without sustaining most serious injury.

The gratitude of every home in our island, in our empire, and indeed

throughout the world, except in the abodes of the guilty, goes out to the

British airmen who, undaunted by odds, unwearied in their constant challenge

and mortal danger, are turning the tide of the World War by their prowess and by

their devotion.

Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few.

All our hearts go out to the fighter pilots whose brilliant actions we see

with our own eyes day after day.

I hope, indeed I pray, that we shall not be found unworthy of our victory if

after toil and tribulation it is granted to us.