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- Come on now, pull yourself together!
- I slipped, sir.

Couldn't help it, sir.
He just slipped in.

He was dead before he went
in. Get him up on the bank.

Come on, keep this line moving.

Perkins, take this stretcher!

Come on, keep this line moving.
Keep moving there. Keep moving.

Come on here, you lot. Move
at the back there, come on.

- Watch that radio, there.
- Sorry, sir, I'm tired.

- We're all tired.
- Not like me. I'm a dream walking.

Hang on, son, you'll
be all right. You okay?

Now, keep moving at the back there!

- Some of you people want a nurse.
- Are you kidding?

- How is it, sir?
- Not too bad, Alan. Not too bad.

Is there much further to go?

As a rough guess, I'd
say about forty miles.

If Divisional Headquarters
haven't moved back again.

How I hate this damn filthy jungle.

You ought to be glad of it. It's
hiding you from the Japanese.

Do you think they're watching us, Alan?

I don't think so, sir.

If they'd seen us, they'd
have been on to us by now.

Unless... unless we're being tracked
so they can take us in strength.

That's what I like, a
nice and cheerful patient.

D'you think we can
take a break now, sir?

Some of the men are in
pretty bad shape up there.

They'd be in worse shape if
the enemy caught up with us.

He's right, Alan. Unless you
want to lose some of the wounded,

you must give them a
couple of hours' rest.

- Look, this area's crawling with Japanese.
- Just two hours.

All right, but we can't stay
here, we're a sitting target.

Sergeant, take a couple of
men and see what's ahead.

Right, sir. Come on. Perkins, Turner,

I want a last lap spurt from you two.

Blimey, Sarge, you had that
the day before yesterday.

Give it to me.

All the man said was, "Would you
like to be a war correspondent?"

- Well, you're seeing the war, anyway.
- Seeing it?

You don't get a sight on one
till they're bloody well on you.

Pardon me.

Hastings, what the hell are you doing?

- I thought we'd take a breather, sir.
- Did you, now?

Well, get these men away from the bank.
They can rest until the Sergeant gets back.

Come on, move! More!
Come on, quickly, man!

The only thing that's kept me going
is the thought that sometime I'd stop.

This is a wretched climate.

How can you bear to wear
that collar in this heat?

Why don't you lose it?

I don't know, it helps the men
to... I think I'll keep it on.

I was certainly ready to praise the
Lord yesterday when you lot found me.

- You'd have got back somehow.
- "Somehow" is the operative word.

- You got this far.
- Thanks to you.

What were you doing alone
in the jungle, anyway?

Thought it would make a good
story if I went out with a patrol.

Nice kids.

Well... that's had it.

- Things look pretty black, don't they?
- That's putting it mildly.

So this is what's left of a brigade?

Brigade headquarters. We covered
the retreat and then lost contact.

You probably have later news than we do.

Who, me? Oh, yes, of course.

A war correspondent is supposed
to know everything, isn't he?

Well, Padre, as of this minute,
I don't know where the enemy is,

I don't know where our troops
are. So I am doing fine, just fine.

Hold it.

Have I been out here too long,
or do I see a wee village?

- You do. Some lovely water
too. And lovely hot chow.

Right, keep your eye on our mirage
and I'll get back to the Captain.

- Okay, Sarge.
- Keep under cover and don't move from here.

- D'you get me?
- We get you, Sarge.

Happy sort of bastard, ain't he?

Hails from Glasgow.
Anything's a relief after that.

Cor, what I wouldn't give
for a pair of field glasses.

Want to make a recce?

Recce me. Look at them lovely
little darlings down at the pool.

They don't show up in five
minutes, we're moving off.

- There's trouble with the radio.
- Radio? How much trouble?

Wilson's working on it now.

- What's wrong with it?
- It seems to have packed up, sir.

- I said what's wrong with it!
- Water seems to have gotten in somehow.

What do you mean, "somehow"? Rain
wouldn't put it out of action.

No, sir.

Wilson, you're telling me you
dropped that set in the water?

- He didn't, sir. I did.
- That radio is our lifeline, Dawson.

- So you'd better get it
going. We'll fix it, sir.

You'd better fix it!

- The radio's out of action, sir.
- You'll have to keep on bearing west.

I'll do that all right. The
front's moving all the time.

I shan't know if we are moving
into enemy lines or our own.

Our people will make a stand. Soon.

Yes, but how soon?

There must be hundreds of
men out there cut off like us.

- Maybe we can get them all together.
- The Sergeant's back.

Right.

- Village up ahead, sir.
- How big is it?

- Oh, a few huts.
- Anybody there?

Just a few Burmese
villagers, sir. Seems okay.

I left Perkins and Turner to watch out.

Might be a good place to
lie up for a while, sir.

All right, you'd better get to the
head of the column with Mr Hastings,

- and guide him in.
- Very good, sir.

- Let's go! Move, come on.
- Wrap it up, fast. Come on.

Now, you two, I noticed you
were near the front of the line.

Do as you're told and keep in the
centre, unless you want to get hurt.

Right, come on, move.

I don't know what it is about that
fella. He certainly likes giving orders.

Don't judge him too harshly. You've
only have your own life to worry about.

He's got over 30 others to consider.

- Now, where's the middle of the line?
- Give me that.

It's been half an hour.

- He'll be back.
- You hope.

Don't be so bloody
gloomy. Don't be so fatal.

Shh!

Down!

- Well, did you have a nice sleep?
- Not half, Sarge.

- Everything all right?
- All quiet, sir. Just the villagers.

Seems okay. We're going in, Sergeant.

Don't you think we should
wait for the captain?

No, Sergeant, we want to get the
wounded under cover for a bit.

- All the same...
- We're going in, Sergeant.

Whose damn fool idea was that?

- I thought it seemed quiet enough.
- You thought!

Take some men round to the rear of
the village. I'll move in on the front.

- The Sergeant will be my left flank.
- Okay.

Hastings.

Don't try it till we get
the signal from the Sergeant.

I don't want you shooting across us.

You watch us.

I'll give you three minutes to
get into position. Now get moving.

I'll be moving in.

The Sergeant and Mr Hastings
will cover us. Stand by.

Right now!

Get down!

Keep down!

Now!

Right, open fire.

Stay where you are! Everybody!

We'll wait a bit.

They're either finished or out of ammo.

- Will we move in, sir?
- No, I'll go in! Cover me!

Come on now, let's take them.

Hold your fire!

On your right, get them!

Bendish. You.

Get back, you fool!

There were ten of them in all, sir. Eight
privates, a captain and a full colonel.

- A colonel?
- And he had this on him.

All right, Paul. Take two or
three men and scout around.

- Okay, sir.
- Make sure no others escape from here.

If you find anyone, you know what to do.

Any of you speak English? English?

- Speak little.
- Good. What's your name?

- Suni.
- Hey, come down here, Suni.

- How long Nippon been here?
- Please?

Nippon, here, long time?

No long.

She might mean they were
here at sunrise, sir.

She might. Any other
villagers? Other people?

Gone, all gone. We live...

That's too bad. Sergeant, get
them out of there, put the men in.

What will we do with them, sir?

Put them in the smallest hut
under guard for the time being.

Right, come on! Get
this mob out of here!

Elliot! Shin up the highest
tree, and keep your eyes skinned.

Sergeant, post perimeter sentries.
Change them every half hour.

- Already been done, sir.
- Good.

- What do I do with this Nip, sir?
- Who's he?

He was making a dash for it
with the Japanese officers, sir.

We thought he'd been hit, sir,
but he just ducked for cover.

- Put him in the big hut.
- Yes, sir. Come on, Horrible.

- Jump to it!
- Keep a good watch on him. Suni?

You know that man?

Not know, not know.

All right, go.

What would a full colonel be doing here?

Don't kick my teeth in, sir,
but we are behind their lines.

Yeah, but a full colonel with
only eight men out here. Why?

You'd think they'd have a platoon
or maybe a company, but eight men?

Aye, come to think of
it, sir, it is a bit odd.

This is no ordinary field map.
You take a look at these markings.

That blue line, those
green squares and dots.

Sir, the cook, at least that's what he calls himself,
wants to know if we can start on the grub yet.

- Yeah, it's okay now, Perkins.
- Thank you, sir.

And Perkins, see that we get
some before you get yours.

Yes, Sergeant. Pleasure, Sergeant. Guts!

What about that Burmese,
why did he try to run away?

Och, maybe he was
just scared stiff, sir.

So are the others but they didn't
try to beat it with the colonel.

Oh well, we'll study this later.

In the meantime, you better
clear away the debris.

Take them into the jungle and
have them buried in one grave.

Ours and theirs together.

Make sure there are no traces.
Get it done as quick as you can.

- Very good, sir. I'll tell the Padre.
- Never mind about the Padre.

I don't want any
nonsense about a service.

- My concern is the living, not the dead.
- Very good, sir.

Right, burial party!

- Well?
- Just drying out the parts, sir.

- I'm sorry about this, sir.
- You will be, if you don't get it fixed.

You know something? He
can drop dead for my money.

At least he knows what he's doing. With
the mess we're in, that's saying something.

"You will be, if you don't get it
fixed", after you with your luck!

Anyway, who dropped the bleeding
thing into the water, you or him?

- Has he said anything?
- No, sir.

Do you speak English?

I said, do you speak English?

What were you doing with the Japanese?
Why did you try to get away with them?

Are you going to answer?

He doesn't seem to
understand, does he, sir?

If he doesn't, he's no
use to us. Take him away.

- Come on.
- And shoot him.

No! No!

Please...

Now we do speak, don't we?

Come here.

Get up! Get him on his feet!

Now then, we're going to do
a little talking, aren't we?

- Aren't we?
- Yes.

- That's better. What's your name?
- Akim Bau, sir.

- What were you doing here?
- I live here, sir.

- Don't lie! The other villagers don't know you.
- I mean, I live near here, sir.

- What was the Japanese colonel doing here?
- He was asking me questions.

- What sort of questions?
- About your troops, sir.

- What did you tell him?
- Nothing. Naturally, sir.

- Naturally. Was he talking to you in Japanese?
- I can't speak the language, sir.

- You couldn't speak English either.
- I was frightened, and now I'm telling only the truth.

- I don't think you know the meaning of the word.
- We found this wad of money on him, sir.

- Have you ever seen this map before?
- No.

Come here and look at it.

- You know nothing of this map?
- I know nothing, sir.

- What's your name?
- I've already told you.

- Answer the question!
- Akim Bau, sir.

- Where is Singu?
- Sing...?

Singu. It's a small village
near here. How far away is it?

- Oh, it's only a few miles away.
- No, you're wrong.

It's over 150 miles away.

- If you lived here, you'd know that.
- I haven't lived here very long, sir.

- How long?
- Only a few weeks.

- Where do you come from?
- Rangoon.

What was your address in Rangoon?

19 Ar Pown Street. I
had a small business.

- Why did you come here?
- To get away from the Japanese.

- And how are you going to live?
- I have money.

- This money?
- Yes.

- It's rather a lot, isn't?
- I'm not a poor man.

- The notes are new.
- Not unusual, I got it from a bank!

No, not if you got it from a bank.

Tell me again, what was your address?

You heard me! Your address in Rangoon!

- You've forgotten it so soon.
- You confused me.

I confuse you, do I?

Well, I suggest you made it up,
and everything else you've told me.

No, sir!

I suggest that both before and after the
invasion, you worked for the Japanese.

- No, that's not true!
- Your only purpose in this area

was to supply the Japanese
with military information.

You arranged to meet that
colonel here, didn't you?

You gave him information, and
you paid him with that money.

- No, that's not true!
- It is true.

Like all your kind, you don't care whose
life you sell as long it's not your own.

You only speak what you
think. You have no proof.

I'll get my proof!

You're going to talk, do you understand?

Either you tell me all
you know about that map,

or I'll shoot you.

- The British don't do things like that.
- I wouldn't count on that.

- You wouldn't dare, either.
- Shut up!

I am giving you fifteen
minutes to make up your mind.

Either you decide to talk,

or you're giving yourself
fifteen minutes to live.

- But I've already told you the truth.
- You change your mind, you can go free.

- Don't take your eyes off him.
- I won't, sir.

I have seen to everything, sir.
The dead are being buried now.

- Good.
- Any luck in there, sir?

I'm convinced he knows
something about that map,

but he's a tough nut to crack.

- Well, look, if you'd care to leave him with me...
- No, I'll find out my own way.

Regarding the villagers, sir,
are we going to feed them?

- They're still under guard, you know.
- No, let them out.

- Tell them to go about their business.
- Very good, sir.

- You!
- Sir?

Where is your rifle? I
left it in the hut, sir.

Now you listen to me.

If I ever see you
without your rifle again,

I'll set you loose out there
without food, arms or ammunition.

You can die the death you're
asking for. Now, get it. Quick!

Yes, sir.

And that goes for all of you.

Naughty boy.

- Where is that going?
- The MO's asked for more bedding, sir.

- Where is he?
- He's in there, sir.

Now.

- Got everything you want?
- Yes, all the latest instruments.

Dress it. Use as little
bandage as possible.

Doctor.

All right, all right, take it easy.

You're going to be okay.

- No, chum, I... I've had it.
- Try and sit up.

It's not your fault, Doc.

Take it easy, take it easy.

One less sack of potatoes to carry.

How do you feel, sir?

I'm all right... thanks.

Well, that's all I can do for now.

I wish I could do more to
help. I feel so bloody useless.

There's not much any of us can do,
except watch and wait. Perhaps pray.

- Pretty rough, hmm?
- Yes, it's pretty rough.

- Want any more help?
- What I need is supplies.

I amputated a man's leg with a bayonet,

and dug a bullet out of
another man's shoulder,

all without proper anaesthetic.

- Still got morphine?
- A little.

Save it. Only use it on the
men who have a chance to live.

The dying man feels he has
as much right to it as anyone.

Look, John, I'm not going
to tell you your job,

but you're going to have
to give it to them straight.

How do you tell a man he's going to
die, so he can't have any more drugs?

Just like that. You owe them the
truth. They'll respect you for it.

It's no good giving them illusions
about getting back to our own lines.

You give them something to hope
for, it may keep them alive.

- Only if the hopes are justified.
- Just a minute.

- We do stand a chance of getting back?
- Some of us, maybe.

If you want to grab a rest,
I've taken over the big hut.

We'd rather commandeer
this one for our own use.

It's a little nearer the morphine.

Hi! You heap beautiful. Me
go for you, you go with me?

- She don't understand Indian talk.
- Oh, you distress me, Herbert.

Love speaks any language.

- Me strong, like tiger!
- Him mangy like a tomcat.

- Ah, turn it up. Me carry wash.
- Why don't you leave her alone?

No fright. We go walk.

- Help Anglo-Burmese relations... -
What the hell do you think you're doing?

- Nothing, sir.
- Come here! Go!

If that ever happens again,

I'll personally beat the
living daylights out of you.

- It was only a bit of fun...
- Don't answer back!

Cover!

I saw him!

Go after him, quick!
Sergeant, Davies, Turner!

- How many, sir?
- Don't know. Go with them.

Right. Go in after them.

- Can you see them, Sarge?
- No, he's firing down on us.

He'll won't let us have it till we move.

Here, I'll draw him. If you
spot him, give him a good burst.

Sarge, I got him.

He fell over there.

Come on.

Better make sure. I've been
caught in this one before.

I don't understand it. I scouted
around for a hell of a time,

without seeing anything.

Ah, they're difficult to spot, sir. They're
experts in jungle fighting, you know.

- What were they doing here, Alan?
- Chasing us.

It's my guess they came back
to look for that colonel.

And if that's the case, we're for it.
Paul, we'll move off in twenty minutes.

Have the man standing by as
soon as they've had their food.

Now wait a minute, Alan.

Any movement now with those
wounded is out of the question.

- I've given an order.
- Alan, you've been in that hut. You saw them.

Padre, I've got no choice.

I know what sort of condition the men
are in, and I know we're all dead beat.

But the enemy are on to us now,
and they'll be back in force.

We've got to move off, and
that's all there is to it.

Sir. He hasn't said a word, sir.

Now then, Mr Akim Bau, I'm not
gonna waste any more time with you.

You talk or you die.
The choice is yours, now.

What do you wish me to say?

You were with that Japanese
colonel. I want to know why.

I also want to know the
markings on that map.

How can I explain what I do not know?

I shall count up to five.

If you don't answer,

I shall shoot you. Here. Now.

One.

- Two.
- Alan.

Three.

Four.

Five.

I didn't think you
could go through with it.

- Bring him outside.
- Come on, Horrible.

- Sarge!
- Sir?

Our friend here doesn't
believe that I'll shoot him.

- I've got to convince him.
- There's only one way to do that.

Those villagers. Take out two of their men
and line them up in front of a firing squad.

And you can watch, Akim Bau.

- Have you gone stark raving mad?
- Alan, you're bluffing.

No, Padre, I'm not bluffing.
You heard me, Sergeant.

Take two of the villagers and put
them in front of a firing squad.

Wait, Sergeant. Wait a
minute. You can't be serious!

You just can't shoot them
down like that in cold blood!

- I'm in command here.
- That doesn't give you the right to shoot civilians!

- Carry on, Sergeant.
- Very good, sir.

Sergeant, it's not my place at
the moment to tell you what to do,

but in the name of mercy, I ask
you to wait for a few moments.

Very well, sir, but
only for a few moments.

Don't be insolent. You'll wait for
just as long as the major orders you.

Captain Langford's my commanding
officer, sir, not the Padre.

All right, Sergeant, all right.

You listen to me, Alan.

You're tired. You're not in any fit
condition to make a decision like this.

- Don't you see...
- I'm doing what I have to do.

No more, no less.

I believe the markings on the
Japanese map are important.

I believe this informer knows what
they are and I'm going to make him talk.

And I'm not concerned
with the methods I use.

Yes, but two civilians? Why,
in the name of reason? Why?

- If you want my opinion...
- It won't make any difference.

You're gonna get it anyway. Two
people's lives depend on what...

Go ahead, Sergeant!

Very good, sir.

Sergeant...

This will be a war crime,
do you realise that?

Do you know what you're doing?

- Aye, sir. But I'm not so sure that you do.
- Do you dare to speak...

I'm sorry, sir. I've no
wish to appear insubordinate,

but Captain Langford's
my commanding officer!

He is the one to decide what's
to be done. And no-one else.

- You've forgotten me, Sergeant.
- Och, you've got nothing to do with this.

I'm a witness, and I'm a newspaper man.

Aye? Well, we'll worry
about that when we get back.

In the meantime, the
CO's got us this far,

and I'm staying with him the
whole way no matter what happens.

And if I'd thought otherwise
in the last two weeks,

none of us would be standing here now.

And I reckon that goes for
the rest of the men too, sir.

Just you try them.

Come on, Dad, I think
I'm going to need you.

Could you come, sir? It's the brigadier.

- Alan, supposing this man isn't an informer?
- I'm convinced that he is.

Well, at least give him a
chance to explain himself.

- I've already done that.
- No, you haven't.

You've insisted he gives you
information he may not possess.

Is that what you call
giving him a chance?

Is that your grounds for
shooting these two poor devils?

- I've got no time to do anything else.
- You don't mean that, Alan.

You don't mean you can't give these
people time to plead for their lives?

I mean just that! Just exactly that!

Good God, Padre, this is war.

And in a war, the man with the
gun must always believe he's right.

If he thinks otherwise, he's
got no business being in uniform.

A few million Jews
would disagree with you.

Look, this map can annihilate
an army. It can also save them.

How big is an atrocity? Two
lives? 20 lives? 20,000 lives?

Look, all I'm concerned
about is my own people.

- I don't care about anybody else.
- You've seen too much killing.

Too damn much to be
an effective command.

At least you agree I am in command.

How would you feel if the
enemy walked into your back yard

and shot your family out of hand?

Oh, don't be so bloody childish!

You can't stop in the
middle of a wholesale retreat

and have a cosy discussion
on the ethics of war!

So, every British officer can
take the law into his own hands?

- I reckon he has no choice.
- Don't kid yourself.

We're fighting because we have to, Alan.
We should kill only when we're forced to.

Don't wrap it up for him,
Padre. Give it to him straight.

Tell him it's murder!

All right. You've made your point.

Now look. Your job is to report the war,
that's all anyone ever asked you to do.

Lecture about it afterwards,
but don't try to conduct it!

And as for you, Padre,
don't you preach at me.

If you want help, enlist
God's aid. We can use it.

- Firing squad ready, sir.
- Right, Sergeant.

You know the trouble with you people?

You're so busy raising
your hands in horror,

- you've got all your principles mixed up.
- At least we've got some.

Oh yes, you've got some.

You don't mind when a
bomber pilot presses a button

and kills a few hundred civilians.

You don't mind murder from a distance, so
long as you personally are not involved.

If you can't bear to look, you
turn your heads the other way.

Please, not shoot, please! Please!

Not shoot, please. Not shoot!
No, no, please. Not shoot!

Padre...

- This is your department.
- No shoot. Please, not shoot!

You stop. Not shoot! Not shoot!

Akim Bau, you can save these people.

Right, carry on, Sergeant.

On guard!

Take aim!
- You stop! You stop...

Fire!

Reload!

- You're next.
- All right, I'll tell, I'll tell!

I'll tell.

Take him to the hut, Bendish.

- I want you too, Sergeant.
- Sir.

All right, fall out, leave it.

The deaths of these Burmese
are entirely my responsibility.

If anyone's head rolls when
we get back, it'll be mine.

May God have mercy on your soul.

- Please, sir, can I...
- Shut up! Get over there.

Your work for the
Japanese has finished now.

If they ever find out that you've talked,
your life won't be worth that much. Understand?

- I understand.
- Your best policy is to do all you can to help us.

Yes, I'll tell you all you want to know.

You arranged to meet that
Japanese officer here, didn't you?

- Yes.
- What for?

To tell him what I knew
about your troop movements.

- Ah, ya dirty wee...
- Sergeant, leave this to me.

- You were paid for the information?
- Not so much in money.

I was to have a position in the Japanese
military administration of Burma.

All nicely worked out, wasn't it?
Now, you've seen this map before.

If you say you haven't,

I'll pick up this revolver
and I'll blast your guts out.

- Yes, I have seen it before.
- What does it mean?

It shows details of a major Japanese
operation to be launched in two weeks' time.

Come here.

What do those signs mean?

The blue, red, and the black markings
show what they know of your position,

and the green markings show how they think
your forces will be in two weeks' time.

- Sergeant, get my field map.
- Sir.

What's that thick white line there?

That shows where the Japanese
attack will take place.

- See what they're up to?
- I'm afraid I don't, sir.

They're cutting in on either
side of our main force.

They'll ease pressure on the
front, and we'll stay put,

thinking their supply
lines are too far extended.

And all the time, they're
moving in behind us.

- But surely our mob will think of that one?
- No, no, they won't.

The enemy will be moving through some
of the thickest jungle in the world.

No commander at that stage
would think this move lightly.

So it's pretty bad, then, sir?

Yes, it is, Sergeant.

By the time our intelligence
get wind of this,

it'll be too late to move out.

Look, you don't suppose this
could be another pack of lies?

No, no. He's telling the truth.

This map confirms it.

Hey, you.

I'm not gonna put a
guard on you any longer,

but I'd advise you in your own
interests not to try to escape.

No, sir. If you will let me, I will serve
you very well. Very well indeed, sir.

- Take him out.
- Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir. Thank
you very much indeed, sir!

- Sergeant?
- Sir?

I want you to take that man
into the jungle, and kill him.

Then have him buried and see
they make a good job of it.

I'm only doing this because
this map is vitally important.

The Japanese mustn't know
we have it, or understand it.

With that man alive, there's
just a chance they'll find out.

You think he'll run to them, sir?

No, I don't think he'll run to them.

But if they catch him,
he'll most certainly talk,

and that's a risk we can't take.

I'll see to it at once, sir.

Do you think we'll be able to
get this information through, sir?

Well, that's going to be
mainly up to you, Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

All the same, we have to rely
on that radio being fixed.

Aye. Well, we'll have to keep our
fingers crossed then, won't we?

I suppose it's no good me
telling you that I was right.

- The men are getting ready to move on.
- That's right. I gave an order.

Listen, Alan, I've got a hut full of wounded
out there, to say nothing of the Brigadier.

All of them are seriously ill and
can't be shifted at this moment.

- Nevertheless, we're moving.
- And what about the rest of us?

For days now we've had
little food and less sleep.

- You're asking us to do the impose...
- I'm not asking, John,

I'm ordering you to do
what is vitally necessary.

Would a couple of hours
make all that difference?

A couple of hours. One
hour. Every hour is critical.

- It's critical for the wounded too, Captain.
- At this stage, I'm not worried about the wounded.

What does that mean, exactly?

It means they're not coming with us.

- What? You can't do that, and you know...
- Neither can I jeopardise the lives of 30 fit men for...

Do you realise what
this will mean to them?

It won't be the first time the retreating
army has left its wounded behind.

- Yes, but in different circumstances.
- Now look, Padre.

There must be 20,000 or more of our
troops cut off out here in the jungle.

If every officer in the command
thought only of the wounded,

you can write the lot of them off.

- It's against all the principles of humanity.
- Principles at a time like this?

I don't see anything
wrong in having principles.

You don't? Well, I'll
make you see. Now look.

There's 40 miles or more of
dense hard jungle out there

separating us from survival.

The Japanese are out there mopping up.

Your life, all our lives depend
on us keeping on the move.

That's our only chance.

It's a hard, sickening
but unavoidable decision.

I've made my decision. I'm
staying with the wounded.

I'm with you doctor. I won't be
responsible for deserting those men.

You think I've decided
this in five minutes?

I thought about nothing
else for the last two days.

The whole batch of us
will be moving at the pace

of the slowest walking wounded.

I've seen those poor bastards doing
their best with the stretchers,

struggling when they're
practically out on their feet.

And no doubt, they're
prepared to carry them.

No, it's a burden that's
become intolerable.

I've got to get the fit back,
if it's the last thing I do.

Why don't you put it to the men, Captain?
I imagine they'd have something to say.

We don't ask the men
what to do in the army!

- The brigadier is here.
- You shouldn't have moved, sir. Paul...

Oh, don't blame Paul. I
ordered him. Don't fuss.

I'm perfectly capable of deciding,
whether I'm in a fit state to move or not.

- Sir, it's my job.
- Well, doctor...

You know how things are.
Doesn't really matter anyway.

- Does it?
- Cigarette, sir.

Thank you.

- Are you staying here the night?
- That's what we're deciding now, sir.

I see.

Then I've been asked to come
over here at an opportune moment.

- Asked, sir?
- Yes, by the wounded.

We've been having a little
discussion amongst ourselves.

We've decided we're not
doing very much to help.

There's not much you can
do, sir. Oh, but there is.

You see, we all realise
that as things are,

you're not going to make it.

We don't want to be
responsible for your capture.

So we want you to go on without us.

Now just a minute, sir.
- Our decision was unanimous.

You are to go on without us.
Alan, those are my orders.

I'll do as you say, sir.

I don't think I need tell
you how we'll feel about this.

And you, Doctor, I
order you to leave us.

Forget us few here and
remember the hundreds

who will want your help
back at headquarters.

- You understand?
- I understand, sir.

- Good.
- Come on, let's get you back.

Oh, before I forget.

You might leave us one pistol
and sufficient ammunition.

It's a small thing, I know, but I
wouldn't want it to slip my memory.

One pistol's not going to be
much use to defend yourself, sir.

I'm sorry, Padre, we won't
be needing it for defence.

Alan, perhaps you'll come over with me.

I'd like to discuss your plans.

Right away, sir.

Perkins, Simpson,
grab a couple of spades

and get to that clearing behind the hut.

Get back as quick as you can.

- Who was it, Sarge?
- The informer. He tried to get away.

- How's it going over here?
- Dried every part like it was my own baby, Sarge.

Let's hear your baby
crying, that's what we want.

Go on, get out of
there! Get your packs on!

You were told to move quarter
of an hour ago! Hurry up!

Steady now, sir. Sit him down over
there. Sergeant, get me a stretcher.

No, no. No fuss. Let me sit
down here. I'll be all right.

Sunray Leader to Achilles.

Yes, I understand that.

Don't forget the third
battalion is on your right flank.

- Sunray Leader to Achilles.
- And Fanny's your flippin' aunt!

Wilco, out.

Sunray Leader to Zebra.
Sunray Leader to Zebra.

Your signal is very weak. Say your name.

Yes, I got that. You're too far north.

Your nearest contact is A Company.

- Sunray Leader to Zebra...
- Sir, we got it working.

- Well done. Set the transmitter and...
- The transmitter?

That's right, I've
got an urgent message.

- I thought you only wanted to know where they were.
- You mean the transmitter's not working?

- Only the receiver, sir.
- Then get it working!

Get that transmitter working!

The Japanese, sir. They're
just on the outskirts.

- How many?
- I only saw one, sir, but it's probably a patrol.

- Get your packs off. Sergeant, everybody's packs off.
- Off?

Yes, the patrol will be watching us right
now. I want them to know we're staying.

- Staying?
- But I thought you said...

- I know what you thought. Get your pack off.
- Aren't you going after them?

I don't want them to
know we've seen them.

For God's sake, they'll
pick us off as they like!

I don't think they will. But
it's a chance we'll have to take.

Right, get your packs off. Get them off!
Sit down. Keep your rifles at the ready.

Surely if it's a patrol, it's on the
cards they'll be back with reinforcements?

Exactly. If we've all gone,
they'll chase after us.

But if we stay, they won't realise the
Sergeant and his party have slipped away.

That'll give him the
initial run he needs.

I think you'll agree, sir,
that in the circumstances...

- He's dead.
- He was a fine man.

Yes, he was a fine man.

And he knew. He knew there's only
one way to fight a war, any war.

- With the gloves off.
- Everything's ready, sir.

Good. Sergeant, take two privates, the
Padre, the Doctor, and our newspaper friend.

Get your kits ready immediately.

- Sergeant, come with me.
- All right, sir.

Now this is where I estimate
Divisional Headquarters to be.

- I'll find them, sir.
- Even if you don't, keep your eyes skinned

for another British unit
trying to find its way back.

If you make contact or get
through, let me know over the radio.

It's a pity we couldn't all have a
copy of this map, sir, just in case.

There's not enough time to make them.

But see to it that each
member of your party

memorises enough of this to give a brief
outline to Division, then destroy it.

If you're attacked, or have to break
up, some of you might make it alone.

I can tell you this much, sir.

If we don't make it, it
won't be for want of trying.

I know that, Sergeant.

Now your party, if any of
them tire or are wounded

or for any reason at all can't go
on, you're to leave them behind.

That's an order.

I know it's hard, but under no
circumstances must you carry them with you.

Aye, sir, I'll know what to
do. What about you and the rest?

We'll stay behind and defend the radio
until we get the transmitter working.

I've been with you for quite
some time now, sir, and...

I'd just like you to know that...

och, well, I think you know
what I'm trying to say, anyway.

I think I do. You're a
good soldier, Sergeant.

Your loyalty has meant
a great deal to me.

Thank you, sir.

With your permission, sir,
I'll be moving off now.

- Goodbye, Sergeant. Good luck.
- Thank you, sir.

- Here, you gentlemen should be ready by now.
- Yes.

Padre, you know it's
important to get away at once.

We're not going, Alan.
That is, Max and I.

What do you mean, you're not going?
I made it quite clear you were to go!

- We're making it quite clear we're staying.
- I'm sorry, Alan.

We don't enjoy overruling a decision
of yours, but our minds are made up.

- And you, Doctor?
- I'm going.

No more supplies, what use am I?

If I get back, maybe
I'll be a doctor again.

Now look, this is a stupid idea!

I'll give it to you straight.

Our chances of getting away from
here are about ten to one against.

Exactly. And, as we'll
be of no use to you here,

you thought you'd give us a
chance of getting out of it.

You are no use to me here, so
why don't you get the hell away?

If we go with the
Sergeant, we may delay him.

I at least am older and less fit.

You give us a rifle each and send two
of the younger soldiers in our place.

- You'd take a rifle, Padre?
- That's what I said.

- But you're a priest.
- Yes. You better pray for me.

You'd be more use back at headquarters.

I don't think so. They are short of
doctors, they're not short of priests.

- No, my place is here.
- I think you're wrong, Padre.

But I know what you mean. I'm
not a very religious man myself,

but I think I speak
for the rest of the lads

- when I say it's good to know you're around.
- I appreciate that, Sergeant.

You know, a padre in the army is
the one person a man can talk to

without having to do it in triplicate.

And you, sir, what about you?

Up till now, I've just
written about all this.

Now I can be part of it.

I've often wondered what
happens at times like these.

- Now's my chance to find out.
- Are you serious?

- Is this your only reason for staying?
- No, there's another.

And this doesn't mean that we condone
your past actions for one minute.

But you've got important information.
How you got it's another matter,

But you'll get it to
headquarters a damn sight quicker

without us two tagging along.

You'd better select two more
men, get away immediately.

- Very good, sir.
- I'll be out in a moment, Sergeant.

- Can I have a word with you?
- Well, what is it?

Alan, I was wondering if I
ought to go with the Sergeant?

- You? You're needed here.
- I know, but it's a bit changed now, isn't it?

I mean, you've got two
more officers to take over.

Officers? Max is a war correspondent. The
Padre is an officer, but he's also a priest.

Don't misunderstand me, Alan,
but I'm no more capable...

You're a trained infantryman.

I'm sorry you don't understand.
I shouldn't have brought it up.

Now get this straight, Paul,

if I get knocked out of this, you're
the correct officer to take over.

- That's the only reason I'm keeping you here.
- Yes, yes, of course.

Now get sentries around this village,
in a half mile radius. All in trees.

I want to know immediately
if they see anything.

Yes, sir.

- Good luck, Doc.
- Same to you.

Don't worry, Paul, things
are never as bad as they seem.

It's all yours, Padre. Paul knows
where the medical stores are.

Or what's left of them. Godspeed.

Alan...

- See you at headquarters.
- At headquarters, sir.

I'll wave goodbye.

Bye, Sarge. Thanks for nursing me.

Och, I'll have some beer waiting
for you, you drunken Sassenach.

Come on, hurry up, all of you! Come on!

Cigarette?

Light?

Hello, Paul, how's it going?

Oh, all right, I suppose.

Padre, I...

I made rather a fool of
myself, back there, didn't I?

- No, I don't think so.
- I'm no coward, Padre. Believe me, I'm not.

If you're like me, you're
just frightened. We all are.

It's this staying behind
that seems so senseless.

- Supposing we get the transmitter working.
- Supposing!

Supposing we get the
plan to headquarters.

Will it all seem so senseless then?

Alan doesn't like to have
all his eggs in one basket.

If the Sergeant fails, we
might succeed, and vice versa.

It's worth a try.

There's so much I want
to do with my life.

To have it all end out here, right
in the middle of nowhere, seems...

Oh, I don't know.

I think you're rather
jumping your fences.

Well, it's pretty obvious, isn't it?

You're no fool, Padre. Tell me,
what do you think is going to happen?

- Why don't we just wait and see?
- It's the waiting that gets me!

If I'd gone with the Sergeant, at least
I might have something to get on with.

For the moment, yes, but you'd
never have forgiven yourself.

Well, it doesn't matter now, does
it? I didn't get the opportunity.

- Neither did we.
- Yes, you did. You chose it. You chose to stay.

To give two younger men a chance.

We didn't want to run in the future,
afraid to look back on the past.

- In other words, I am a coward.
- No, I'm seeing anything but that.

In my opinion, a coward is
a man who does have courage

but thinks only of himself
and runs all the same.

There are many such men in
life who turn their backs on it.

Not because they can't face it,

but because to turn their
heads away is easier.

And there are brave men, who do
things for others and act for them.

And they know very little fear
and can easily surmount it.

The bravest men of all are those who,
while desperately wanting to run away,

frightened out of their wits,
turn deliberately to face danger.

Such men command respect because
they turned fear, raw fear,

into cold determined courage.

Yes, you're right, of course.

It's just bloody hard, that's all.

Ajax to Sunray Leader, are
you receiving me, please? Over.

All right, Zebra, I'll do as you ask,

but don't forget you'll be coming
up on the left of A Company.

See that you cover them and,
whatever you do, don't pull back...

Nothing for us, sir.
He's just not getting us.

All right, keep trying.

Dawson, report to Mr Hastings.

- He'll want you for relief duty.
- Are you receiving me, please? Over.

Ajax to Sunray Leader, are
you receiving me, please? Over.

- Well, are you satisfied?
- Should I be?

You had things very
much your own way so far.

- Not apparently with you and Max.
- No, not with us.

It's very difficult for us to
forget what's happened, Alan.

Difficult to understand how you could
bring yourself to shoot those two Burmese.

Yeah. I'm sorry about that, Padre.

Sorry, that is, that
you had to witness it.

But not sorry for the act itself?

What are two lives when
there are so many at stake?

Life and death meant a great
deal to the two who had to die.

And more, much more to the thousands
who'll be given a chance to live.

Ajax to Sunray Leader.
Ajax to Sunray Leader.

Are you receiving me,
please? Are you receiving me?

Relief sentry, sir.

I'll stay out here a
little bit longer, Dawson.

Relieve one of the perimeter men.

Well, if you don't mind me saying so, sir,
I think it's about time you had a break.

- You've been on...
- You're telling me what to do?

- They're coming, sir. About thirty of them.
- Where?

About a mile due east.

The lookout saw them crossing a
clearing on the side of the hill.

They're coming this way, sir.

Tell the lookout to
try and keep onto them.

You, get every man standing
by. Any man who can fire a gun,

wounded or otherwise.
I'll tell Captain Langford.

The Japanese, sir. Heading
this way, a mile distant.

- From what direction?
- The lookout said due east.

That means they've taken the
same route as we took to get here.

- They've probably come down the river.
- In that case, they'll be in single file.

I can think of cleaner
places for an ambush.

Nevertheless, we're going to try it.

If we can reach that clearing
first, it commands the whole river.

I'm leaving you with eight
men, the Padre, and Max.

Get the rest out in two emergency sections
and bring in the perimeter sentries right away.

- I want to come with you.
- No, Max.

- Just for the story.
- No, you'll stay in these huts. You too, Padre.

If anything goes wrong, I want
this place to look deserted.

- Keep trying to get that message through.
- Just having another check, sir.

- Emergency sections ready.
- Good.

I suggest two men to every
hut, the odd man in here.

We are short of ammunition, but we'll
have to hold out as long as we can.

And if they take any of us prisoner,
and bring us back to this village,

even if we're in front
of them, you open fire.

And that's an order.

I can't do much, Alan,
but I shall certainly pray.

At times like this,
we should try anything.

Right!

All right, you in with the
wounded. Dawson and Wilson in there.

I think we'd better get inside, Padre.

Here they come, sir.

Stand by. Stand by.

Hold your fire till
they're practically on us.

There's only six, sir.

We can easily cope with this little lot.

Wait! They're trying to draw our fire.
We might be part of a larger force,

and they want to know
our position and strength.

I'd like to nip one or
two more before I go, sir.

You'll get your chance... in a minute.

That's right, sir. I'll get the chance.

Perkins! What the hell's he doing?

- Can we cover him, sir?
- No, hold your fire.

He's trying to save us giving
our position away. The crazy...

Come on, you bastards!
Here I am! Come and get me!

Please, inside, you must keep
inside. I've told you to stay inside.

No inside. We go to jungle.

But you can't go into the jungle.

You must keep in the hut.
You'll be safe in hut.

Safer in jungle.
Village no good no more.

British, Japanese; Japanese, British...

Nobody good.

Nobody good.

Ajax to Sunray Leader,
Ajax to Sunray Leader.

This is urgent. This is urgent.
Are you receiving me please? Over.

The villagers have gone.
The gunfire frightened them.

It's over an hour since it stopped.

- There's somebody moving, sir.
- Don't leave that window.

Over by the animal pens.

WILSON; This is urgent. Are
you receiving me please? Over.

Fire! Fire!

Open fire!

Ajax to Sunray Leader.
Ajax to Sunray Leader.

This is urgent. This is urgent.

What is your rank?

I'm a lieutenant.

A full lieutenant?

- Second lieutenant.
- You will answer my questions, please.

- I've nothing to say to you.
- Possibly not at the moment.

However, I must persuade you to answer.

Whatever the questions,
I've nothing to say.

It is my belief that when
your forces came to this place,

you came across a high-ranking
Japanese officer and some soldiers.

What happened to them?

My name is Hastings. I'm a
second lieutenant. My number is...

Think it over, Lieutenant.

I'm not a soldier. I
can't tell you anything.

And what about the
captain in God's army?

I am a major in the British Army.

You will tell me the truth about
the missing Japanese officer.

You will go with the guards, please.

Can't you do something about
this man? He's seriously wounded.

- The wounded will be attended to in due course.
- That may be too late.

I'm sorry but there are more
important things to attend to.

Haven't you forgotten something?

- Not that I'm aware of.
- Stand up!

It is customary for a prisoner of war
to salute a superior enemy officer.

Possibly. It's the word
"superior" that I quarrel with.

I'm Major Yamazaki of
the Japanese Intelligence.

I see.

Please.

If I offer you a cigarette, you
will say you prefer your own.

So I will not invite your refusal.

Just say what you came to say.

It is a pity, Captain, we are
on opposite sides in this war.

After all, the Japanese
Navy played an important part

in helping you win the last one.

Come, now, we are both gentlemen.

- We can discuss this matter amicably.
- You discuss what you want to discuss.

- I'm not stopping you.
- A commendable attitude, but unhelpful.

What do you expect?

To which unit do you belong?

Please, answer.

Very well. Then I will tell you.

You are from the 7th Battalion
of the South Riding Regiment.

- So what?
- Tell me, Captain...

When you first came to this
village, what did you find?

Jungle.

I will presume you misunderstood me.

- What did you find?
- These empty huts.

- But when the occupants returned?
- There were no occupants.

How strange...

You British have been
in Burma many years.

Should they have reason
to be frightened of you?

Not unless they mistook
our troops for yours.

- How long have you been in Burma?
- About a year.

Come, I have something to show you.

Please, come. I can use force.

Good luck, sir.

Tell him to go and get stuffed!

- Heroism or stupidity?
- You tell me.

- There was nothing to gain from it.
- Perhaps he feels better.

- Tell me, Captain, are you married?
- Yes.

- Children?
- Two.

My wife and child are in Tokyo.

I do not know whether I
will ever see them again.

A pleasant country, England.

I was attached to the intelligence at
our London embassy for several years.

I am a great admirer
of English literature.

In my home I have a
most excellent library,

including some of
Byron's original works.

- It does not have to happen.
- Tell them to get on with it, Alan.

What are you waiting
for? Get on with it!

A high-ranking Japanese
officer is missing.

It is known he was to keep an
appointment in this village.

That is the last we heard of him.

What happened to him?

I don't know!

We will stay this for a moment more.

We will try another question, Captain.

I'm all right, Alan.

I'm all right!

Why don't you do what you're
going to do and get it over?

Tell me, Captain,

a man of your fighting experience,
why should you fight for this village?

We weren't fighting for the village.
We were cut off from our main unit.

Why stay here?

- We weren't going to until you came along.
- You could have got away before I got here.

My duty was to fight a rearguard action,
not to run every time I saw the enemy.

You deliberately decided to
keep your unit here, didn't you?

- What difference does it make?
- It makes this difference, and poses this question:

Why? After having fought
your rearguard action,

did you to stay here instead of
catching up with your main unit?

- It was a good defensive position.
- Is that your explanation?

Not entirely. My men were
exhausted and we had some wounded.

You still have to convince me.

We stayed and fought because
we couldn't go on any longer!

- I told you that.
- And that won't do, Captain!

It won't do.

Inside.

- For God's sake, help this man.
- He'll be helped.

But first you will help me.

You do not strike me as a
grossly incompetent officer.

- I'm not interested in your opinion.
- But I am in yours. Stand up and face me.

Now answer this.

What was the reason for your sudden
collapse after a well-fought resistance?

You already know the answer.
We ran out of ammunition.

Precisely. But I wanted
you to give me the answer.

Would any experienced officer
take a stand behind enemy lines

knowing he would run out of ammunition?

- Rather than fight on the move, yes.
- No, Captain. No.

Such an action would not be
defensive. It would be be suicidal.

- I've given you my explanation.
- It isn't good enough.

Now let me offer you one.
Supposing, just supposing,

you did run across this
high-ranking Japanese officer.

I'd have killed him.

- And buried him, personally.
- Why bother to do that?

If this Japanese officer had
been carrying vital information,

it puts a different complexion
on the matter, doesn't it?

If I had found vital information, I'd
have got it back to my headquarters.

You may have done that for all I know.

That is why it would
pay to hide such evidence

as the dead Japanese officer.

If this information had been so vital,
I presume it would have been in code.

- So how the hell would I understand it?
- You have a strong point there.

That is the one feature that baffles me.

However, in view of your
inadequate answers so far,

I must take the utmost precautions.

I've given you my explanations.

I am a prisoner of war and I intend
to answer no further questions.

You are a strange people.

You decide to fight a war and
then try to bind yourselves

to rules of conduct because
it suits your purpose.

May I point out that
you started this war.

But who started the war against the
Sudanese, or the Indians or the Boers?

Did you have any rules for war then? No.

But now that you have someone
else just as big as you,

now that you are not
fighting spears with guns,

you want a code of conduct.

This is total war, Captain.

No quarters asked, no quarters given.

Well?

My men are searching the
jungle for the Japanese officer.

If I find him dead, there are
various actions I can take.

I think the most effective will be to
concentrate on your fellow officers,

starting with the young lieutenant.

- You're wasting your time.
- We shall see.

Let me make myself clear, Captain.
I intend to get this information,

and you're going to give it
to me. If you co-operate...

You're talking about total war.

If you were in my place,
would you co-operate?

What I must do, I must do.

Now I will send in your friends
and you'll ask their advice.

You will tell them how, if you do not
talk, they will be executed without delay.

Not yourself, Captain,
just your friends.

I trust you'll not be too embarrassed

explaining that you are
going to let them die,

whilst you yourself are going to live.

You will excuse me.

You inside. You three remain here.

Are you all right, Alan?
- Yeah, I'm all right. Wilson is in bad shape.

He caught it towards
the end of the fighting.

I wish I knew more about
these things. Give me the pack.

- Shut up. Medicine!
- He thinks you're going for the radio.

Medicine, wounded.

Alan, give me a hand, will you?
- Yup.

What's been happening?

I was about to ask
you the same question.

What have they done with Paul?
- Nothing so far.

That's the way with these bastards.
They make you sweat by waiting for it.

I ask you again, Lieutenant,

what happened to the Japanese officer?

Go to hell.

I ask you for the last time.

Very well, then.

Get up.

That, Lieutenant, is what you
might call a dress rehearsal.

Go and tell your friends how it feels.

What's our chance of
making a dash for it?

Nil. We wouldn't get a hundred yards.

Do you think the Sergeant
got through, Alan?

He's hardly had time
to get back to our HQ.

The only hope is that he
catches up with another unit.

What do you think
they're gonna do with us?

- Your guess is as good as mine.
- Yeah?

Well, I've got one or two
very nasty sneaking suspicions.

I read in a book once that wars are
necessary to reduce the population.

Well, here's one bit of population
that doesn't want to be reduced.

He's coming round.

All right, Wilson, you'll be all right.

You'll be okay, boy.

- What... what's happened?
- We've been taken prisoner.

Well, that...

That's a healthy bit
of news to wake up to.

- Is the radio still intact,
sir? Yes, yes, I think so.

See...

If Sarge made it...

he might be sending out
a message to us right now.

It's like a flippin'
cannonball on me chest...

Lie down, boy. Lie down.

I wonder.

Don't try that, Alan, unless
these guys are a couple of fools.

That's just the point.

If they are a couple of coolies,
will they know what I'm doing?

And do they care?

Don't try it, Alan.
Do you want to die now?

At least I wouldn't have
to answer any questions.

Sit down, boy.

- What happened, Paul?
- Not now, Alan.

I must know!

What happened?

I kept my mouth shut.

- Has anyone got a cigarette?
- Yeah. Yeah, sure. Here.

I know, Alan.

I know why we've been sent in here.

- How do you know?
- The major told me.

- Told you what?
- Well, he intends to...

- No, Paul!
- They've got a right to know, sir.

Come on, out with it!

He intends to barter our
lives for information.

He's sent us in here to...

to make it harder for Alan.

- If he doesn't talk...
- But he can't talk.

Of course, he can't.

So the longer we're here...

Well, it isn't going to
be easy for any of us.

I see.

Funny, isn't it?

You never think it's going to be you.

- All right! Get on with it!
- That's exactly what he wants.

We've got to make
things easier for Alan.

It's like a flipping cannonball, Sarge!

Thanks.

Thanks for nursing me, Sarge.

Alan, whatever happens, you
cannot, you must not think of us.

No!

- Don't think of us.
- He can't, Max.

I know, I know.

That's what makes it so bloody funny!

We must all be prepared to
die for the cause, for nothing!

That isn't true, Max.

Isn't it? Lose a limb or your eyes
or your sanity. You'll find out!

Your grateful country will reward
you with a stinking pension!

Better to be like Wilson
there, dead and forgotten.

I think the war dead are remembered.

Ha! Some gold paint peeling
off the roll of honour, eh?

- How long does that last?
- Each generation must honour its own dead.

Oh, yes, of course. The
public conscience, eh?

Sixpence for a poppy and two
minutes' silence once a year.

Yesterday's enemy laying a wreath to
honour the dead his country killed!

You're twisting it, Max.
You're making it sound ugly.

It is ugly.

Well?

All right, then.

You, Captain, will remain where you are.

The rest of you gentlemen
will accompany my guards.

If only I could believe this
will make some difference.

Take a good look at that man,
there, and learn a lesson from him,

because you don't measure
up to the top of his boots!

You, priest!

Have you nothing to say?

Nothing, I think, that
you would understand.

It is now your turn, Captain.

The priest and the war
correspondent are non-combatants.

- Let us not waste time with triviality.
- Those men's lives are not trivialities!

At last, a point I have been
trying to impress upon you.

I can't give you
information I don't possess.

That is what we are
about to investigate.

You will now go to the
window and look out.

Please, do as I say.

I can have you dragged outside to watch,

but I am sure it would stress your men
to see you struggling with my guards.

My Sergeant has certain
instructions, Captain,

and their lives now hang
on every word you utter.

You will answer the following questions:

What is the name of
your Brigade Commander?

He's dead.

- What was his name?
- Wilmot. Brigadier Wilmot.

What were your divisional
headquarters when you last heard?

At a place called Kaitung.

- What was your brigade?
- The fourth.

What did your division consist of?

Three infantry brigades
and an anti-tank regiment.

You will now tell me what
happened to the Japanese Colonel.

You heard me, Captain.
I asked you a question.

And I don't know what
you're talking about.

So, in an effort to make me
believe you're telling the truth,

you gave me a lot of
facts you know I can check!

You also knew they
would be of no use to me.

Did you think that way
you would convince me

that you had nothing to hide?

I will wait exactly two more minutes.

Then I shall execute your men

and turn you over to my
headquarters for interrogation.

You are a good soldier, Captain.

A man I would prefer to
fight with, not against.

Two minutes.

Sunray Leader to Zebra.
Sunray Leader to Zebra.

Your signal is very weak.

This is what I would have done, Captain.

That is what I would have done.

Sunray Leader to Achilles.

Sunray Leader to Achilles.

You're too far north.

Your nearest contact is A Company.

Sunray Leader to Achilles.

Hey...

Our Father, which art in
heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive them that
trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom,

the power and the glory.

For ever and ever. Amen.

Sunray Leader on emergency.

Stand by all units.

This message is transmitted from
Divisional Commander General Cantrick.

Message follows:

Quote. At this grave hour, at
this time of crisis for us all,

your magnificent fighting qualities,

your fortitude, strength, and
courage leave me full of admiration.

Fighting a determined enemy,

you have upheld the fine traditional
qualities of the British Army.

I know you will understand me when I say

that I'm proud of your
forbearance, the loyalty,

and the humane discipline shown
by all units under my command.

Signed, General Cantrick.

Message ends.

Sunray Leader to all units,
commence normal transmission. Out.

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