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Aah!

Achtung!

They're here.

They're coming,
sir.

Hand me those files
over there,

will you, please?

Colonel waldron,
you know Herr Ender.

A doctor from
the Swiss red cross.

Oberstleutnant Strauss.

Major Von Steiner.

Colonel waldron is
the senior British officer,

Major Rose, head of
The Intelligence Committee,

Wing Commander Shurlock,

head of The Escape Committee,
nicht wahr?

I think you've come
to investigate

the killing
of my officer.

An accident.

The red cross shall
see the whole camp--

your sleeping quarters,
mess, toilet--

and see that you are
being treated well,

according to the spirit
of the Geneva convention.

Come on.

All prisoners
report to the barracks

for red cross inspection.

Please, sir, can
I have my ball back?

You are
the sport fuhrer?

I'm Colby.

Colby?

That's very familiar.

It's a common name.

They're very
enthusiastic.

No bloody good,

but very
enthusiastic, yeah.

Do you play matches?

Oh, yeah.

We have a league,
four divisions.

We even play
internationals.

Internationals?

Yeah.

England, Ireland,
Scotland, wales.

Ah, you call that
international.

It would be international

if you played
against Germany.

We'd murder you.

Oh.

Colby.

John Colby.

Yes. West Ham United
and England.

That's right.

It's a shame the war
has ended your career.

Interrupted.

Let's hope so.

The colonel's protest

will be a waste
of breath, I'm afraid.

Two hearts.

If we don't
kick up a stink,

we give the blighters
permission to do it again.

No bid.

Pass.

Colby, what were you
talking to Jerry about?

None of your business.

Two spades.

It is
our business.

You were seen
in conversation

with the enemy--

a Major Von Steiner.

What did he want?

He recognized me.

As what? Pass?

Pass.

So the Major's
a football fan?

Elementary,
my dear Shurlock.

Karl Von Steiner

played for Germany
in 1938.

What did he
say to you?

Buzz off.

In German?

Yeah.

Shh. I think
I'm getting something.

The minister of propaganda

is working to extremes
to divert world attention

from losses in north Africa

and the reported inhuman
treatment of the prisoners

from east European nations.

What's the verdict

on Williams?

A regrettable mistake.

The whole bloody war's

a regrettable mistake.

I agree.

Do you?

Well, you can
believe me or not.

It's nothing to me.

If nations could
settle their differences

on the football pitch,

wouldn't that
be a challenge?

How would you
like to play a game

against a team
from the Wiermont,

a team from
the army base nearby?

What for,

to settle the war?

Unfortunately, no.

Let's say...

For morale.

Yours or ours?

For both.

Life in this place
must be very boring.

What sort of team?

Are they any good?

I haven't
chosen a team.

It's just an idea.

It's not an order.

You can't
make US play.

No. It's
a challenge.

Nah. It would
be a washout,

a complete washout.

Why?

Well, look at them.

Look at them.
They're bloody useless.

I mean, look
at those clothes.

No bloody
great boots.

They're charging
about there

like a herd
of elephants.

Play football?

They can
hardly stand up.

Boots can be supplied.

You mean proper gear--
shirts, shorts?

No, no, no, no.

No bloody good.

They couldn't run
about for 90 minutes.

They'll be chucking
their guts up.

All right.
I'm sorry.

Uh, major.

I'd want, uh...

Special conditions,
special rations.

The team would have
to live together,

eat together.

I'd want, uh, meat,
fresh vegetables,

eggs...

Beer.

You'll talk
to your colonel?

No matter
what he says,

if you could
supply US

with all that stuff,

you'd have a game
of football.

Oh, which
reminds me--

if it's confined to officers,

I'm not
bloody playing.

I want
a decent team.

I want the lads...
From over there.

OK?

We shall see.

Oh, uh,
just a minute.

Right. Escapes.

We've had all
the usual requests,

but here's a new one
you might like.

Peter Bailey
has a plan

to pole-vault
the south fence.

God, what will
they think of next?

Oh, Christ. Refused.

Anything else?

No, no. Let's
have Hatch in.

Hatch.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

You're American?

Mmm. Enlisted
Canadian army.

'38, transferred
commandos.

How long have
you been with US?

Since Dieppe.

How many attempts?

Two on the way,
then three.

Time before last,
I got to Stuttgart.

How's this one going?

Sir, everything
depends on the fact

that some goons
don't patrol

when
we're showering.

Uh, some of them?

Yes,
like Hans and Anton.

At least one
should be outside

walking
back and forth,

but they know
we're inside

having a shower.

So they come inside,

lean against
the door,

have a smoke
if they can bum one.

And I think if somebody
went missing,

they wouldn't
report it.

Why not?

They'd think
they'd miscounted

and leave it
until roll call.

If you'd cover
for me at roll call,

I could be gone
for days.

Wait a minute. You're
going too fast for me.

How will you get out
of the wash house?

There's a vent
in the shower room.

It leads into

a storeroom
or something.

Yes, I know.

It must match the one
on the German side.

If I can get in
and pick the lock...

You'd be back in the enclosure
where you started.

I'd be alone.

I could get
onto the roof,

go underneath
the barbed wire,

and drop into
the German compound.

Naked?

And, uh, how are you

planing to get out
of the German compound...Naked?

I've got five
or six ideas.

Shall we discuss them?

Yes.

Colby insisted on
playing the other ranks

against the best
of the officers.

What's the idea
behind that?

I suppose he wants to pick

the best team possible.

He hasn't quite got
the point, has he?

Tell him to come and
see me, will you?

- Oh!
- Oh!

Well done, son.

What's your name?

Sid Harmor.

How'd you like
double rations for a month?

Whose mother do you
want me to strangle?

Welcome aboard.

OK, I'm ready
to sign up.

Sign up, Hatch.

Tackle him!

Goal!

Nice shot.

Thanks, Colby.

It's not like playing
for Manchester,

but it's better than
not playing at all.

Welcome aboard.

What about me?

Get out there.

What about me?

Get out there
and play.

The map of Marburg is old,
but it's reliable.

There's a fast train
to Cologne

at 5:33 every Saturday.

Under the map is a sketch
of the stadium

with exits, perspectives,
and changing rooms.

Colonel...what are
you talking about?

I'm talking about
your escape, Colby.

My escape?

Yes, of course.

The whole team,
if possible.

On the lorry
taking you there,

you could loosen
the floorboards

and drop out later.

You stick to scrounging,
and I'll stick to football.

It's your duty
as an officer.

It could be an excellent
opportunity.

Certainly
worth considering.

I am not interested
in getting them killed.

Are you afraid to try?

Your escaping is just some
bloody upper-crust game!

They've done their job,

and they want to be
left alone until it's over.

Now, that
will be all, Colby.

Thank you.

You see that?

Am I good,
or am I good?

What's
your name?

You know my name.

What's your name?

Terry. Terry Brady.

How'd you like to live
with the officers?

Only if you've
got a chaperone, mate.

Welcome aboard, Terry.

Shoot!

Where'd you learn
to do that?

When I was a boy...

In Trinidad...

On the streets
with the oranges.

How'd you like
to play football

against the Germans?

Why not?

- Hey! Foul there!
- Stupid bloody Hatch!

What the hell do
you think this is?

Bloody hell!

What did I do?

You know
bloody well!

You tell me.
What'd I do?

You cannot tackle
like that in soccer!

I was just going
for the ball!

Use that American
style again here,

and you'll
be barred!

You play English.
I play American.

Don't play the
American game!

Get off!

What kind of game
is this,

for old ladies
and fairies?

I quit.

OK!

1, 2, 3,

4, 5, 6,

7, 8, 9,

turn.

1, 2, 3,

4, 5, 6...

Hatch, the committee
has considered your plan.

You may see the tailor
and the forger.

I've got to see
the locksmith.

Yes, but see
the tailor first.

That takes time.

7, 8, 9,

turn.

Thanks.

Hey, Colby!

Colby, I've been
looking for you.

You know that
football team of yours?

You know what
you can do with it?

I don't want to be
on that football team.

In fact, you couldn't pay me

to be on that
football team, Colby.

You got it, Colby?

I don't need you or your
football team anymore!

You got it?

I don't need
this aggravation, Colby!

Captain Colby.

How are you?

Sit down, please.

Martin,
zwei bier, bitte.

Why don't you tell me
what this is all about?

Our football match
has been taken

a little
out of our hands.

Oh?

It has been decided

that a German
national team

will play
a combined team

from the prisoners
of war

of the occupied
territories

August 15th
at Colombes Stadium

in Paris.

Paris?

That's crazy.

Come in, Mueller.

This is Hauptmann
Reinhold Mueller,

coach for
our national team.

Captain John Colby.

We've met...

A long time ago.

Ja, in London.

You were center half.

Hauptmann Mueller
will assist me,

manage our team,

make sure you have
everything you need.

Paris.

What if
I refuse?

I think you will
recognize

some
of those names.

No, thank you.

Yeah.

There are some
good players on here--

British, French,

Dutch...

Even a Norwegian.

What about the Poles
and the Czechs?

I mean,
off the top of my head,

I could think
of half a dozen

east European players

who would have to be
on that squad.

Isn't that so, Mueller?

I'm sorry.
I cannot let you

have any eastern
Europeans.

Why not?

It's impossible.

Officially,
they do not exist.

Germany does not
recognize them

as prisoners of war.

They're
in labor camps.

Well, maybe
not officially,

but they do exist
as players...

Don't they?

I don't know whether
these east European players

are alive or dead,

but you can find that out.

As an officer
and a gentlemen,

you are obliged
to give me

a marginal chance
of winning.

Make your list,
captain.

I'll see
what I can do.

Collaboration pays.

I don't consider it
collaboration.

And you are to be
exhibited in Paris

like
performing fleas?

London won't take
very kindly to this.

You've informed London?

No need.

The German
propaganda machine

will take care
of that.

Dr. Hatch.

Ah.

A customer. Good.

How are you?

I'm very well,
very well.

Now, if you'll
just get dressed...

That's it.
Over there.

Will you chaps
stand guard

while I deal with our
American friend here?

Stay where you are, Billy.

Just, uh, just listen.

Here we are.

Uh, have you shaved?

Have you shaved?

Good enough?

Very good.

You know, it's really
rather gratifying.

In spite of the relatively
good conditions here,

compared to other
camps, that is,

everyone still
wants to escape.

Getting dressed? Good.

Don't dillydally.

Now, I can't promise you
a studio portrait,

but it'll do.

Ahh.

You didn't make
the lens as well,

did you?

No. I'm a genius,
not a magician.

Sit down.

Right, now,
don't smile.

We want
that criminal look

associated with
passport photographs.

Just, uh, sullen,
depressed, dejected.

That--that's--
that's lovely.

Hold that.

Wait, wait.

One more for luck?

No. Film's too
valuable. Sorry.

This will do.

And there we are.

Now, Dupain is the name
you want, is it?

Yeah, Marcel Dupain,
electrician.

I need an address
in Lyons

and papers to show

I'm a conscripted
worker.

Yes. Why does Monsieur Dupain
want to go home?

Uh, compassionate leave,
death in the family.

Can you do it?

Yes. It's quite simple.
Quite simple.

I might even manage
a letter

on your bereavement.

Let's see.
What have we got?

Uh...French Police...

And Germany...

Health officer...

Military district.

They keep changing.

That's very
inconsiderate of them.

Very. How long
will it take?

You must realize
it's my busy time.

Everybody wants to escape
in the good weather.

Just, uh, be patient,
alright?

Be patient. Yeah.

Thanks.

Hmm.

Who the hell are they?

Who the hell
are those guys?

I've had it. Look.

They switched
the guards on me.

Those goons are patrolling
outside of the wash house.

Yes, I know.

What do you mean
you know?

I know. Hans and Anton
have been switched

to watch over
the football team.

- Colby's football team?
- Mm-hmm.

I needed those guards.

In two or three weeks,
I was gone.

Well, that's bad luck.

Just between ourselves,

I never thought
it was a very good plan.

Here we are.

Oh, uh, Luis,
this is Arthur.

Hello, Arthur.

Sid, Terry.

Luis Fernandez.

Terry.

Here's your beds
over here.

I'll have
a top one.

Help yourself.

First come,
first served.

I'll take
the bottom one

in case
I sleepwalk.

Not bad.

It's like
the savoy hotel.

How would you know?

And no bleeding
chambermaids.

Is this one?

Hi, guys.

What are you doing?

I'm joining the team.

Oh? Tell me
everything.

Being on this team's
a one-way ticket

out of here, right?

You're not on this team.

Oh, yeah,
sure, I am.

I'm the trainer.

- The what?
- The trainer.

You forgot to put in
for a trainer.

Maybe I can't play

your kind
of football, right?

But in my kind,
you know everything

about bruises,
sprains,

and
Charley horses.

Just get
your Von Steiner

to get me
some bandages,

some liniment,
oil, tapes,

we're in business.

I don't want
a trainer.

Colby,
I'm a ballplayer.

I don't want
to be left out

of something
like this.

Pull the other one.

I just want to be
around the guys.

Bullshit.

Don't do this to me.

I don't need a con man.

You and your team
wrecked my escape.

How?

I was ready and
waiting for my papers.

I was going
through the wash hut,

but only if those
goons were on duty.

Now those goons have
been transferred to you.

The only way out
is through that team.

No.

Why not?

I won't be responsible
for your death.

You'll get
yourself shot.

That's my choice,
isn't it?

Is it yes or no?

OK.

Tony.

Nice to see you.

Great to see you.
How are you?

Hello.
Hatch, the trainer.

Doug Clure.

Yeah.
What's going on?

I'll tell you
in a minute.

Colby's my name.
Hello.

Hatch, the trainer.
Welcome to my holiday camp.

Hello. How are you?

Eric Ball, right?

Colby.

Hatch, the trainer.

Hello. How are you?

Come inside.

Hatch, the trainer.

Have something to eat,
and I'll explain.

The extra food
is part of the deal.

We still respond
to roll call

three times a day,

but apart from that,
we make our own rules.

There is no rank here.

This is a football team.

I am the captain
and the manager.

Any questions?

Well...

I don't know
how you did it.

But cheers anyway.

It's been a long time,

and none of US
feels like

or looks like
world-class players.

It'll be difficult

getting into
shape with those boots,

so let's hope
the German major

gives US
the proper gear.

Well...

Uh, we got to start
somewhere,

so let's start
with basics, shall we?

Slow, easy stretching
and pulling, OK?

We won't be needing
that for a while.

Let's go.
Pick 'em up.

Left, left.
Left, right, left, right.

Pick 'em up, pick 'em up,
put 'em down.

Good, good,
good, good.

Good, Colby.

Come on, guys,
pick 'em up, put 'em down.

Good.

They're in different sizes,

so make sure
everything fits.

Everything fits!

I want you to know
if you're having trouble

with appendicitis
or heart attacks,

that's OK.

No problem,
I can handle that,

but I don't want
any blisters!

No blisters allowed!

If there's anything
wrong with you guys,

tell me now,
not later, OK?

Little inconveniences
like anal bleeding,

tuberculosis,
growing tumors,

little inconveniences
like that, all right?

Shut up, Hatch.

I'm just trying to get
some team spirit going,

right, guys?

Yes, yes.

Well, make sure
everything fits.

Yeah, everything fits.
Everything fits.

I'll keep this
myself.

Whoa!
Look at this one.

Aren't they lovely?

Take no notice, lads.
They're only jealous.

Who's the pretty boy,
then?

Up yours!

If you can get up here,
don't try and run through.

Don't try and be a hero
and get a goal yourself.

That center
I want up there,

and I want you
to pass, pass.

Always pass.

Let the ball
do the running for you.

Don't try and run with it.

You're in no condition
to run for 90 minutes,

I tell you.

This especially
applies to wingers.

If you can't cross,
don't run it through.

Try and get a corner.

A set piece works
in our favor,

which means
that as they--

give me this.

Colby, after
giving me ball here,

I do this, this,

this, this,

this, this, this...

Goal!

Easy.

That's the right spirit,
Luis.

Keep it up,
before you know it,

you'll have me
thinking it's easy.

Colby, old chap.

Waldron would like a word.

Oh.

I'll be
right back, lads.

How did they get here?

I insisted
on having them.

You insisted?

They're all
great players.

They were.

You are
a naive fool, Colby,

insisting
on great players.

Von Steiner has sent
you five skeletons,

guarantees
that you'll

turn up in Paris

for his
propaganda victory.

Colonel, I--

the Germans are
doing their job

very well.

London knows.

We heard it
on the news.

It's in
all the papers.

They're calling it
another German lie.

London is saying
no British officer

would be involved
in such a game.

London is saying, colonel?

What about those
poor bastards there?

Do we send them back
to the labor camps?

That's a very good
question, Colby.

Colby, they can't
go in there like that,

full of lice.

We should take them
around back,

scrub them,

take off their clothes
and burn them.

You guys want to
get some water?

Anybody got any soap?

Yeah. I have.
I got DDT as well.

Alright.

Go on, guys.
Get some water.

I'm responsible
for them being here...

And I am responsible
for them being sent back

if we don't play.

Well...

I can't do that.

But I can't tell
any of you

to disobey
his high command.

So each of you
will have to

make his own decision.

We play.

What else
can we do?

Yes, we'll play.

Yeah?

Everybody?

Yeah, come on,
let's play.

Pass it around.
Work on the foot.

Looking good.

You've got
a good bunch.

These guys
are coming along

real fine.

The Germans
have to go some

to beat them.

You're an optimist.

What are you?

That's not bad, Hatch.

What's not bad?

Using your hands.

You've got feet,
I've got hands.

Yeah. Give me that.

Get in there.

Sure thing, general.

Luis.

Luis...fire
a few at him.

Ah, got to do better
than that.

Come on, you guys!
Fire them in here!

Here we go!
Put 'em in there!

Give me some balls,
Charlie.

You're getting serious
now, huh?

Fire 'em in here.

Let's go, alright?

Come on,
don't be afraid of me.

Yeah, what, what?

Faster!

Whoa!

Right down the middle!

Can you do it
with your mouth shut?

The mouth and the hands

work together as a team.

Come on, come on, come on!

Get your body
behind it.

Not like that.
Like that.

Hands behind it,

pull it
into the chest.

Don't worry about it.

Come on, Hatch.
I want to see you now.

I thought
you're my friend.

I am your friend.

You know, Hatch,
to be honest with you,

you don't kick well,

you don't
dribble well,

but you could be
a good goalkeeper.

Keep trying.

Thanks a lot.

He's right.
You're not bad.

Hmm...ca va,
Monsieur Dupain?

I'm good.

Do you have
my papers?

It was ready,

but the colonel's
taken it.

He wants to see you.

- The colonel?
- Mm-hmm.

The colonel
took my passport?

Yes, he did.

Thanks.

Oh, uh, how's that
French coming along?

Comme ci comme ca.

You don't need much.

"I am going
to a funeral."

Uh, je vais enterrement...

Something like that.

Well,
the papers are good.

Oh, Hatch!

Uh...

Remember to take
your identity tag.

We don't want
to be shot as a spy.

No. I don't want to be
shot as anything.

Au revoir.

He's on his way, sir.

Good.

Enter.

Hatch.

Hello.

Sit down.

Cup of tea?

Yes, please.

Tea?

Beautiful.

God knows what
the fellow will do

in civilian life.

Make his own pound notes
and share certificates.

Are you ready?

Pretty near.

Anything else
we can do for you?

No, but thanks
for helping out.

Don't thank US, old boy.
It's a team effort.

What Pyrie means
is that nowadays

the Germans know
all the tricks.

It's almost impossible
to escape without help.

Helping one another
is the most important part

of the whole thing.

How would you
like to do

something
to help US out?

Provided, of course,
that you get out?

Which way were you,
um, planning to go?

Oh, to Lyons, near
the Swiss border.

Switzerland?

I suppose
you hadn't thought

of going via Paris, had you?

No. Paris? No, sir.

You'd find it easier.

They wouldn't expect you
to go that way.

That's still
occupied territory.

Where do I go from there?

We could supply you
with contacts, names,

and safe houses.

You'd be
well looked after.

No, thanks.

Thank you all
for your concern,

but I don't plan
to see Paris

until
after the war.

Hmm? Hmm?

Why, colonel?

We want you to contact
the resistance for US.

What?

And arrange the escape
of the football team.

Colby's escape?

All of them.
The whole team.

This match is
a propaganda stunt

for the Germans.

It's a wonderful
opportunity for US.

But why send me?

The French may have
thought of all this.

Indeed they may.

But then again,
they may not.

We have to get word
to them somehow.

What do you
want me to do?

Find out if an escape
is feasible.

Ask them to try it.

If they won't?

They won't.

But they'd help you get
to Spain or Switzerland.

I suppose
I could do that.

Wonderful.

Thank you.

I'll go over
the details tonight.

Not a word to Colby.

He'll have to know
something.

He'll have to know
you're going, but not why.

I really don't
believe this.

What?

This frigging game
is wrecking my life.

Sir.

Good luck.

Red cross here.

Rotes Kreuz.

Good?

Gut, gut.

All the best, Hatch.

Hope he makes it.

Das ist genug!
Bereit euch!

Rasch. Heraus.

Heraus.

Rasch.

Abgetreten!

Lads, stay close
to him.

Easy, easy.

Aye. He doesn't have

quite so much
to say for himself, eh?

Achtung! Achtung!

Lights out!

Lights out!

Bis morgen.

Gut.

Tschuss.

Gute nacht, fraulein.

Offnen.

Nach Paris, bitte.

Madame, komme.

Was ist ihr grund
ihrer reise?

Parlez-vous Francais?

Sprechen sie
nicht Deutsch?

Non. Je vais
enterrement

a Paris.

Je vais
enterrement.

Mon cherie!

Merci.

Salut.

- Salut.
- Salut.

Autre?

Mister?

The answer is no.

That's what I figured.

We do not know where
they will stay in Paris,

and I do not want
battle in the streets.

The Germans will have
a whole battalion at least

at the Colombes Stadium.

What'd he say?

There were sewers there,

sewers going
into the seine.

It's covered over now.

Who knows?

We will have a look, OK?
Bonsoir.

What am I
supposed to do?

You will stay
with Renée, please.

The house is safe, OK?

Goodbye.

Salut.

Au revoir, Renée.

Bonsoir.

Thanks. No--
merci.

Look, lady,
I just said thanks.

No offense.

We are both on
the same side, aren't we?

Please...

I just wanted to talk.

It's been a long time

since I've talked
to a woman.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

Parlez-vous English?

I understand you
very well.

Why don't you sit down
and we'll talk?

Hatch. My friends
call me Hatch.

No!

You don't want
to be my friend?

I didn't want
to hear your name.

Say nothing else
about yourself.

The less I know,

the better it is
for you.

And for you?

And for me, too.

My being here puts you
in a tough spot.

Is that why you're mad?

I'm not mad.

Being in a tough spot,
as you call it,

is where I choose to be.

How do you feel
about me being here?

- How do I feel?
- Mm-hmm.

I feel responsible,
hopeful.

When someone
I sheltered is safe,

then I'm happy.

I can forget them.

But when I hear

that they've
been caught or killed,

then I
remember everything.

I remember their face,
their voices,

what they said
about their parents,

their child, their pets,
and I mourn for them.

I don't want
to mourn for you.

Well, you're safe
with me, Renée.

How?

Well, i'm, uh...
An orphan, a bastard.

I have no parents,

no money, no wife,
no children.

I don't even
have a pet.

Anything I might say
in my sleep to the contrary

can't be held against me.

Do you live here alone?

No.

Are you married?

He got killed the first
week of the war.

I'm sorry.

Who do you live with?

Now with Francois.

Is that your boyfriend?

It's late. I'll have him
move out of his room,

so you can sleep there.

Wait. You don't have
to get Francois up.

I don't want
to cause any trouble.

I can sleep here
on the couch.

My son Francois.

Alles ist in ordnung.

Danke.

Easy, Terry.

Careful.

Shit.

Herr Kommandant, bitte!

The American's escape

has put me in
a very bad position

with the commandant
of the high command.

Hatch's escape had nothing
to do with my team.

That was his own idea.

Your men covered
for him.

What do you
expect them to do?

What would you do?

I want your word, Colby,

there'll be no attempt
to escape from the team.

Scout's honor.

The idea of the match
was a friendly.

That was the idea.

I want your word.

I can't give it to you.

You will all be very
closely guarded now.

All right.

Wacher, rein.

C'est ici.

And down the sewer here

we discover a foundation
pile of the stadium.

Hmm...
Sounds good to me.

But we must make sure
which one it is.

We have to find
the original plans.

We think the best chance
to escape

will be from
the visitors' dressing room.

Maybe they'll be
left alone at halftime.

Maybe. But we can run
into a concrete wall.

Anything can happen.

You will have
to go back.

What?

To the camp...
To tell them.

The team.

They must know
that we'll be there.

It took me a year
to get out.

We need a contact.

Colby must know
and also your colonel.

That's not
my problem.

You believe that?

Look, I don't know
what to believe.

I don't. I mean, what--
what am I supposed to do,

break back
into the camp?

No. You get captured.

Get captured.

All right.
Suppose I get captured

and they send me to
the wrong prisoner camp.

What about that?

The Germans will take you
to the same place again

to show the other prisoners
you're not a success.

You've got all
the answers, don't you?

Yes.

Mister, you will
leave tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Yes. Tomorrow.

This frigging
soccer game...

Allons-y.

I'll leave you my papers.

They're pretty good.

I'm sure somebody will
be able to use them...

Alright?

Well...

He's back.

Schnell.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you.

Come on.

March, march.

So, our Hatch
knows his mythology.

What does it mean?

Mercury...

Messenger of the gods.

No flies on Rosie.

News, eh?

How do we find out
what it is?

Good question.

We sent him to Paris
on your behalf,

yours and the team's.

Colonel...

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

We sent him to Paris
to arrange your escape.

Hatch did that for you?

No. For you.

We could argue
about that.

Why didn't you tell me?

No point unless he managed
to arrange something.

He appears to have
been successful.

The snag is,
he can't tell US.

He's going to be
in the cooler

until after the match.

You'll have to get him
out of there, won't you?

Excuse me.

I have
a training session.

Just a minute. Colby.

I know you wanted

to play for the sake of
those eastern Europeans.

I admire you for it.

We both know you'll risk
a court-martial for this

after the war.

What have
you accomplished?

Given them two weeks
of life?

What happens to them

after your match
is over?

For the same reason
you wanted to play,

you must escape...
If you can.

What can I do? I can't
get him out of there.

Hatch is officially
your trainer, isn't he?

Von Steiner and
the camp commandant

won't buy that one.

I have to think
of something else.

Crazy yank.

You, colonel waldron,
and Major Rose

will travel to Paris

along with other
senior officers

from various camps
to represent your countries.

I won't do it.

You have no choice.

Then I'll travel,

but I won't
represent anything.

You will be seen.

The team will be ready
to travel

at midday on Thursday.

Further arrangements
will be announced later.

One of my men

is in the
punishment block,

in solitary.

I'll give you a trainer.
You don't need him.

Hatch is my goalkeeper.

The American? No.

Tony Lewis
is your goalkeeper.

He's broken his arm.

When did this happen?

This morning.

Put someone else in goal.

Hatch is my best man.

I thought the idea
was to give US a chance.

This is the idea.

If the camp doctor
verifies this broken arm,

you may
have the American.

Thank you.

Well, Tony...

Try and make it
a clean break, will you?

I'll try.

I won't even get to
see the game, will I?

Sit on the bed.

Put your arm
between those two.

OK.

Aah!

Oui, monsieur.

The other is the same?

- Oui, monsieur.
- Good.

Uh, Colby, I don't know how
to play this game,

so where do I stand
for the corner kick?

What?

I'm not good
at the game.

Where do I stand
for a corner kick?

Go to sleep, Hatch.

Schnell! Schnell!

Kommen sie aus.

Folgen sie mir.

Colby.

What?

Where do I stand
for a corner kick?

The far post,
facing the ball.

Thanks.
For a while,

I thought you were
keeping it a secret.

Mesdames et messieurs...

So a hearty welcome to all
our listeners in England.

There's a few minutes to go

before the kickoff
of this historic match.

This great crowd of 50,000

really has something
to look forward to

during the next
90 minutes.

To ensure fair play
and good sportsmanship,

the German organizers
have picked a neutral

to referee the match.

And he's ready
for the toss of the coin.

- Call?
- Heads.

The winner will choose
to kick off or defend,

but will probably choose
to play toward the east goal

with the wind
in his favor.

The allies will kick off
this great event.

Well, I tell you,
years from now,

men will say
of this game,

"did it happen?"

Well, I tell you in the
listening audience today,

it is happening.

We're all witness
to an occasion

long to be remembered,

not as propaganda,
as some would say,

but as a magnificent
sporting spectacle.

Hatch, Hatch.

Hatch, Hatch.
Halftime, halftime.

Alright. Thanks.

What did he say?

Alright,
it's on for halftime.

Here's to victory.

- Victoire!
- Victoire!

- Victoire!
- Victoire!

Come on, look alive!

Let's go! Let's play ball!

Play hard, huh?

Let's play hard.

Harmor kicks off
for the allies,

and the game has begun.

You'd have a job
getting 22 better players

than are on the pitch
right now.

The allies
are playing it cool.

Very close.

Very close.

The ball is back in play
by Schmidt,

Germany's legendary
goalkeeper.

Reinhart...
Reinhart to Becker...

To Baumann, number 4.

Forward now to Brandt.

Back to Albrecht,
number 11.

Albrecht, out to the left...

He beats number 4...

Watch my back!
Watch my back!

Here's your
corner kick, Hatch.

Guys, help me out.

Defend
that goal post.

Watch him back there.
Watch him.

Watch it.
Watch him there.

Heads up! I got it!

It's a goal!

Germany 1, the allies nil.

And listen
to that applause!

The crowd is going wild.

You're as tight
as a drum.

Just get me
to halftime, Colby.

Don't get pulled
off your line.

That's a foul!

Watch it back there.
Watch it.

- Goal!
- Goal!

Germany 2, allies nil.

Damn!

Penalty area.

The referee will probably
call a penalty kick,

and he does.

This is the fella here.

Oh, come on!

The referee trying
to settle them down.

The call will remain.

It'll be a penalty kick--
one on one.

Hatch, the goalkeeper.

He'll have to be
on his line.

He takes a shot
at you.

I'm supposed
to stop it?

He cannot move
until the ball is struck.

Yes, yes, indeed.

Germany's great Baumann
will take the kick.

Goal!

And he puts it
by Hatch,

and it's 3-0 in favor
of Germany.

The allies kick off again.

It's Ray.
Ray to Fernandez.

Fernandez back to ray.

And we have seen
some very good football.

Very fortunate for US,
indeed.

Baumann makes
a beautiful tackle,

dispossesses him,

and the Germans are again
on the attack.

So it's the Germans 4-nil.

Stay on the bloody line!
I told you!

I missed.

I said
stay on the line!

Narrow the angle down.

When they come in,
narrow the angle.

We'll play 10 men.

I'll go forward,
you cover left back.

This ain't
going to be easy.

We've taken enough, lads!
Let's get 'em!

The allies are playing
with 10 men.

Interesting,

because Colby has chosen
to give this advantage

to the Germans.

Get it out!

My ball!

4-1. Less than a minute
until halftime.

This kind of action

reminds me of the world cup
of '38,

played right here in
Colombes Stadium in Paris.

The end of 45 minutes of play,

and it's been
a brilliant first half.

Well done, lads.

Well, Hatch,
we got you to halftime.

Let's see.

We scored a goal.

Oh, yeah? Who scored?

Terry scored a goal.

Fantastic.
What's the score now?

4-1, but at least
we scored a goal.

One goal.

We're doing good.

It's gonna be alright.

Win the second half, OK?

Yeah.

Way to go,
guys.

What's happening?

Alright, we're getting
out of here.

How?

Our escape has been arranged
to the seine river.

Once we reach
the other side,

we'll blow the tunnel.

A boat will have US
in the country in one hour.

Salut!

Vite, vite.

Vite, vite, vite.

Colby, take the lead.
I'll take the rear.

OK. Get Lewis
and Peters.

I don't want to go.

Shut up and get in.

We can beat them.

Hatch, we still
got a chance.

A chance, my ass. Move!

Yeah, but Hatch,
don't you see?

You guys crazy
or something?

You have no chance.

You understand?
No chance.

They've been lucky,
that's all.

Them and the bloody ref.

They're a bunch
of goddamn maniacs.

Come on, let's go!

Come on.

Hey, I don't
want to go.

Let's go back.
We can win this.

- Who said that?
- I did.

It's not as though we're being
slaughtered, skipper.

What do you mean
we can win?

Colby, we're losing time.

You mean
play the second half?

We only got
a few minutes.

Yes, but we can win this!

Not with me
in goal.

Sure, we can.
He's not bad.

You want to
go back to prison?

We need you!

Do as you want,
but I'm leaving!

I ain't going back
to prison!

You got to come back!

Forget it,
Colby.

If you don't come back,
we can't go!

Hatch! If you go,
we have to go with you.

We can't go back
without a goalie!

Hatch!

Please, Hatch. That game
means a lot to US.

You know that.

We must go back.
Please.

Hatch, let's go.

We can win.

Come on.

Hatch, if you run now,

we lose more than a game.

Please, Hatch.

Good luck, Hatch.
Good luck.

Come on, lads.
Let's get at 'em!

The allies are playing
above themselves,

attacking desperately.

Oh-ho!

Quickly the allies have
come back with a goal,

and it's 4-2.

Go out! Go out!
Cross it!

15 minutes remain
in this incredible game.

You won't see many
better than this.

A marvelous game.

We anticipated it,

and so far
it's a sizzler.

The Germans
are in top form.

Get lost!

Get mean now!
Fight back!

Yeah.

The goal
has been disallowed.

No goal! No goal!

So that goal
has been disallowed.

What do you mean
no goal?

It's in there!

That's
a bloody lie!

That's a bloody lie!

Well, this game has
had all the drama.

An equalizing goal
now not allowed.

So the allies are still
behind 3 goals to 4.

I want to play.

You can't play
like that.

I feel good.
I feel better.

I must play.

Ref, he's coming back on!

3 goals to 4
in this football festival.

Only four minutes remaining,
four very crucial minutes.

The Germans are powerful
and very strong.

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Herr Schmidt, one of the world's
best goalkeepers,

showing US again he's
not lost any of his skill.

About a minute remaining.

Schmidt left-foots it
down the field.

A deliberate foul by ray,

as the clock runs out,

and the penalty's correct.

Near the very end
of the game,

they've resorted
to fouling.

What a sad way
to end this game.

Victoire!

Victoire!

Come on, Hatch.
Come on.

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!