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Pick your targets carefully.

Remember our boys are out there.

Captain Williams
spread the word.

We go in exactly five minutes,

whether McBain's taken out
the machine-gun or not.

Instruct all company captains
to listen for the whistle.

Sir.

- We have five minutes.
- Yes Sir.

Five minutes.

Five minutes okay!

- Five minutes!
- Yes Sir!

Five minutes.

Do it.

Right, dash over punch through.

Yorkie take Ash right,
you come with me.

No!

Ash!

Ash!

You, you come on.

The best thing we can
do now from now mate

is to take out that gun.

Come on you!

Billy, right on!

Down.

Clear!

We are clear lads.

Fall back.

Move! Move!

Go!

Prepare to charge!

Push through, come one.

Push through!

I've got a box full of reports
just like that

in my quarters,
stretching back to '42.

Norway, the Mediterranean,
Holland, Sword Beach, the Orne.

You name it, they've done it,

usually deep behind enemy lines.

If anyone is capable of
pulling this off, they are.

What you reckon these Yanks
want with us anyway?

Don't know.

Don't care.

Teach 'em how to fight, I reckon.

At ease, Gentlemen.

This is Brigadier General Groves

from the American Office
of Strategic Services.

Captain Jackson from the
2nd US Ranger Battalion.

And Major Davis from Six Section

who'll tell you what's going on.

This, gentlemen, is
Colonel Otto Kellerman.

The Brigadier General's agent
in the First German Army

has just communicated that
Kellerman is spending the week

inspecting the region's defences

in preparation for
the American advance,

Which means that he's carrying
maps detailing the location

of every big gun
for miles around.

Tomorrow night, you
are going to parachute

behind enemy lines
for a lightning-fast
smash and grab raid.

You'll ambush the Colonel

as he's traveling
between installations.

Once you're in
possession of the maps,

you'll link up with
the French Resistance

in the nearby village
of Saint Marie.

They will arrange quick passage
back to a highly advanced

element of the 3rd
Cavalry who'll be waiting

behind the enemy front
line to bring you back.

The men of the 3rd Cavalry

will be in extreme danger.

So if you're late,
they won't wait.

You won't be in uniform,
so if anything goes wrong,

the outcome is
unlikely to be pretty.

And how many blokes

will be with this
Colonel Kellerman?

As for the guards, we estimate
between 15 to 20 at most.

With surprise on your side,

you should be able to
neutralize the opposition.

Sir?

Sergeant?

I'm just wondering
how Captain Jackson

fits into all this.

Captain Jackson has been chosen
to lead the mission.

His grandmother lived just
outside of Metz before the war.

So he's familiar with the area.

With the greatest of respect, Sir.

I think each man in here is
very capable of reading a map.

The decision's been made sergeant.

Sir, you don't know how we work.

We do things our way.

Our training, our methods.

We don't need passengers
slowing us down.

Sergeant, Captain Jackson
will lead the mission.

Sir?

Harry, the decision's been made.

Let me just get something straight.

This is an American mission
based on American intelligence.

I'd quite happily
send a team of Rangers

in with Captain Jackson,

but right now every
Ranger in France

is a little busy storming
the port of Brest.

So it falls to you and your
men to complete the mission.

Get some rest.

We'll go over the plan at dawn.

Sir.

I think that went as well
as could be expected.

He's a proud soldier.

A warrior.

Humble in all other respects,

but when it comes
to leading his men--

Sir, I need to know
I can count on him?

Listen, lad.

Right now, I'm more concerned
about you leaving his arse

in the wind, than
the other way around.

Am I making myself
perfectly clear?

Perfectly, sir.

Good night, Sirs.

My apologies, he's--

What?

A proud soldier?

When it comes to leading his men.

Apology accepted Sir
but quite unnecessary.

I wouldn't have your
Captain any other way.

Let's just hope
they can find a god-damned way

of working together.

I love you to death Yorkie,
but your feet...

I am not having that.

It's not me, it's
you two.

Yorkie you do stink.

No, I raise the tone
when I come in.

The room gets cleaner and
fresher when I walk in.

It's just fucking Scales
smelling through his boots.

Through his boots.

He is, he is.

Is that Bill's mum sent
the naughty pickies again.

Cheeky shit.

This is not Bill's mum;
this is a very respectful lady.

Definitely not a mum.

So, what d'you make
of the Captain then?

I think he'll make a fine
and inspiring leader.

Once he's learned how to throw
a punch and drink a pint.

Yorkie?

Hm?

Just seem like a
typical Yank to me.

A "typical Yank"?

What's that supposed to mean?

Y'know just,
he is all teeth and smarm.

Eh, Sarge?

What d'you make of the Captain?

You know me, Billy.

I don't think
anything about anyone.

Anything for a quiet life.

But you've got to have
an opinion, right?

I mean it's human nature?

That's what I love about you,
Billy boy.

Here we are, in the
middle of fucking war,

and you're worrying
about human nature.

Well, I like to ask questions
that's all.

Y'know, read between
the lines and all that.

Well read between these lines.

I, don't,

Give a fuck.

Let's just grab these maps
and get the fuck out of there.

Alright, alright.

Just passing the time.

Anyone would think it be a crime

to wanna talk to yer mates.

Lights out.

♪ Yankie Doodle came to town

- ♪ A riding on a pony
- Fuck off Yorkie.

♪ Stuck a feather in his
cap and called it macaroni ♪

Good night.

What's the matter, son?

There's a problem, Sir.

We need to wake the
men, immediately.

♪ It's a long way to Tipperary

♪ It's a long way to go

Billy!

Sorry, Sarge.

You must be looking forward
to going home Captain.

America's my home.

Reckon I might go
to America some day.

Bloke like me could make
something of himself out there.

To make a tit out
of himself no trouble!

Two minutes, Gentlemen!

Ready yourselves.

Wake up, sweetheart.

Ophelia,
this is Gadfly.

Ophelia, this is Gadfly.

Approaching drop zone, over.

What the devil's going on?

The Captain noticed a problem

with the major's
choice of ambush site.

Not enough cover, too much space

for the enemy to re-deploy.

He's chosen a more
advantageous location

based on his knowledge.

And you didn't think
to seek clearance first Sir?

Not enough time,
unless we were

to lose the cover of darkness.

Soon as I was aware
there was a problem,

I called you and the major.

Let's go!

One minute gentlemen!

Billy you ready?!

Yes Sarge.

Ophelia,
this is Gadfly.

Ophelia, this is Gadfly.

The light in the
cabin is red, over.

Follow me.

That's
it, duck's flown.

Godspeed.

This is Gadfly, changing
course for home.

Over and out.

The next time you send
my men into battle.

Do me the courtesy of
informing me first, Sir.

What the bloody hell
is going on?

I saw Scales and Yorkie
come down over there.

Have you seen Billy?

No.

Follow me.

If you insist, your honour.

Yorkie, you seen Billy?

No, Sarge.

What about Private Scales?

I'm sorry, Sir.

It came loose during the jump

and smashed when
it hit the ground.

Is it broken?

I think so.

"I think so" isn't the answer
I'm looking for, Private.

If it's broken, bury it.

If not, pack it up
and let's get going.

Chaps.

Whoa, whoa.

You seen any Germans?

Not a sausage.

This is it.

Just as I remember.

Narrow road, cover on each side,
no room to turn or run.

It's a good spot.

Perfect for an ambush.

Okay, huddle up and listen.

According to the
Colonel's agent,

Kellerman is due to leave for
his tour in a couple of hours.

His route for the first
inspection has to bring him

along this road, round that
bend and up this slope.

They'll be going slow, which
gives us plenty of time.

What happens
if the Colonel's man is wrong?

Then we deal with it.

We're expecting Kellerman
to ride in his staff car

while his guard detachment
follows in their truck.

You two take out Kellerman,
his ADC and his driver.

The truck is a different matter.

Yorkie and Billy will
keep the guard detachment

in a crossfire while I
assault with grenades.

As soon as we're done,
we get to Saint Marie

and make contact
with the Resistance.

Is everything clear?

Sir.

Sergeant: you, Scales,
Yorkie stay here.

Billy you're with me.

Where are you going?

To check on Kellerman.

So, how long have you
known Sergeant McBain?

Harry?

Since the beginning.

The beginning?

Dunkirk.

We were in the
Dragoons back then.

Soon as we got back
that's when we signed up

to be in Commandos.

That's where we met
Scales and Yorkie.

I know you and him ain't
seeing eye to eye right now,

but don't take
him too seriously.

He just found out
he lost his girl,

to a Yank pilot back home.

That's all it is.

When it comes to the sharp end,

the Sarge ain't never
let us down, not once.

Even saved our arses on
more than one occasion.

You seeing what I'm seeing?

I thought you said there was
only suppose to be one truck?

Come on.

How's the Colonel?

On his way.

There were twice as
many men as we expected.

Oh aye, great fucking intelligence.

Scales don't let anyone get away.

I'm going for the maps.

Everything alright?

Billy how's it looking?

All empty Sir.

Boys see if you can find a radio!

Tell me you got those maps Sir.

Seems to be all here.

Did you notice anything strange
back there, Captain?

That little exchange before
they came up the hill?

And the fact that Kellerman
already had his pistol cocked

as they came up the road?

You noticed.

Seems to me that we lost
the element of surprise

for the moment there, if
you get what I'm saying.

We need to get to the Resistance
and contact Groves.

Is that a good idea?

We haven't got any choice.

Our mission is to
get these maps back.

And that's all there is to it.

Anyone find a radio?

Not in the second track.

There's one in the
first one, but it's fucked.

Okay then.

I suggest we get
ourselves to Saint Marie

as soon as possible.

He's a cheery sod, ain't he?

Good shot, though.

After you.

No after you Scales.

Why, fuck you very much, Sarge.

I never knew you were so polite.

There's a lot
you don't know about me son.

Like what?

That night I spent with your mother
for a start.

I knew about that.

Ah, Major.

I take it you're here
to discuss last night.

Yes, sir I certainly am.

It demonstrated a
complete disregard

for military protocol
and courtesy.

I've never seen
anything like it.

Indeed, Major.

But we both know who's pulling
the strings on this one.

And right now our prime
concern is with the men.

Am I clear?

Yes, Sir.

I take it there's still no word.

None, Sir.

It's not looking good.

We just have to wait and see

if they make contact
with the Resistance.

Until then we can't be
certain of anything.

So, Skip, where abouts
in America you from?

Iowa.

Place called Ames.

Can't say that I know it.

That's because
you ain't never been anywhere

you ain't been shot
at, you dozy prick!

That's true.

And I ain't been anywhere

I weren't made to
walk bloody miles.

I must have walked every
patch of fucking dirt

from here to Timbuktu.

You don't even know
where Timbuktu is.

Don't be a twat.

It's not a real place.

Of course it is.

No it's not.

Ain't that right Captain?

It's made up.

Like Neverland or something.

I think it's in Africa, Billy.

It's in Africa?

You're joking.

Captain's right, Billy.

What the bloody hell
they call it that for then?

To confuse the hell
out of dumb cockneys.

So your grandma's
from around here in France,

right Captain?

That's right, she lives
in a village called Saint Vincent

a few miles west of Metz.

Oh that sounds fancy.

I wouldn't mind
growing up round 'ere.

Looks a damn sight prettier
than Westham that's for sure.

Bet you anythin'
the lasses are prettier an' all.

Is that
right, Captain?

About the lasses?

I wouldn't know.

My Grandmother
died when I was 14.

I got shipped back to Iowa.

And what about now?

What about it?

You don't want to go
and check it out?

You, know, take a look round?

No.

Not even for old time's sake?

No.

Clear.

Everyone okay?

I thought
we were fucked.

I shit myself.

Let's get out of here.

If you don't mind, gentlemen,

I think we'll take
the long way round.

For once, the Captain and I
are in complete agreement.

Saint Marie.

Exactly.

Here.

You sure you don't need this?

What?

I said if I'm stopped and searched,

the pistol won't be any use.

But my French might be.

Okay, the maps are in there.

If I'm not back in
a couple of hours,

come up with another plan.

If you head west,
you should be okay.

Sarge?

Yeah?

The Captain's on his way back.

Yeah he is.

And he's managed not to bring
half the German army with him.

Any news?

No, and it's almost 14 hours
since they jumped.

No mention on German radio traffic,
either,

as far as we can tell.

The Germans wouldn't send
un-coded messages

about the ambush.

They know we listen to them
as much as they listen to us.

What about the Resistance?

They'd have a radio.

I'm sorry to say it, but if
the men were still alive,

they'd have at least
made contact by now.

Saint Marie can't be
more than two hours

from the ambush site.

I wouldn't jump to conclusions,
Major.

I don't know if
you've ever tried,

but contacting the Resistance

isn't without its difficulties.

If you chaps will forgive me,
I think I'll take some air.

You're sure this guy
is the right contact?

Groves gave me
the instructions directly.

So why does it feel like
we're walking right into a trap?

It's like you said before: narrow,

with little space
to turn or run.

I do not like this, Sarge.

Permission to go solo
and offer you lads

some covering fire in
case anything goes wrong?

What do you reckon, Captain?

Could be a wise insurance.

Go on private, but be careful.

Thank you, Sir.

Are we on time?

Yeah.

That weren't Scales.

You are surrounded!

Put down your weapons and come
forward with your hands up!

Yorkie no!

If you do not wish the same fate
as your comrade

put down your weapons now!

Put 'em down boys.

Why did you shoot my man?

There was no need.

Your name?

Billy.

Your full name.

Billy Munns, you fucking Nazi.

Don't look at me this way.

Don't talk to me this way.

Hey!

The name's Harry McBain.

They say I'm a Sergeant,
but I never can remember

my full serial number,

so we'd best just
leave it at that, yeah?

There is always a
in each unit.

You are spies and murderers,

responsible for the
death of German soldiers.

I will have you tortured
throughout the night.

You will tell me everything
you know to my satisfaction,

and then your throats
will be cut at sunrise.

And with your Third Army
spoiling for a fight,

you are worth less to
me than ammunition,

of that I can assure you.

We are soldiers.

I demand these men be
treated as prisoners of war.

You are spies and saboteurs,
you will--

Fuck!

Fuck!

We need to go now.

I want to bury him!

Come on, Sarge.
We need to get fuck out of here.

Come on!

We'll be good here captain.

Do you trust them?

We have to.

I know who you are, American.

Deville.

Ophelia, this is Horatio.

Come in Ophelia.

Over.

I repeat: Ophelia,
this is Horatio.

Come in, Ophelia.

Ophelia, this is Horatio.

Over.

Horatio, this is Ophelia.

Good to hear from you.

We feared you lost.

Can you give us a status report?

Over.

Ophelia,
we have, item.

Can you confirm message:
you have the items.

Over.

Struggling to hear you, Ophelia.

But that is correct.

We have the item.

But we've lost Scales and
we believe the mission

has been compromised.

Come in Ophelia?

It's no use, Sir.

We lost him.

They're alive
and they have the maps.

Radio the Third
Army immediately.

Jackson said something

about the mission
being compromised.

That may not be what
he was trying to say?

With all due respect Sir,

it must be time
to send your men?

Supposing he was trying to tell us
something was wrong?

We still owe them a chance.

Get me Third Army Operations.

Yes, Sir.

God damn it!

What's going on?

You got that safety off that gun?

Always.

Hey!

What the fuck is he saying, Sarge?

I haven't
a fucking idea.

But I don't like his tone, No!

No!

No!

What the fuck you doing,
are you crazy?

What the fuck you doing!

That is what is going on.

What the fuck gives you the right?

Grow up and tell your men
to put their weapons down.

Panzer!

Fall back, I'll hold them.

Yorkie, Panzer!

Get down!

What the fuck was that?

Stay here.

Don't go.

No! Wait!

We're in a minefield.

In a minefield?

What the fuck are we
doing in a minefield?

Billy, keep it together.

Fuck!

They got Yorkie, fucking
blown into pieces.

I don't want them
getting you as well,

so just keep your
head Billy, okay.

We've got to run, okay.

No fucking way.

We stay here, we die.

If we run, we have a chance.

You two cover me.

I'll go first.

If I get through,
you'll know where to go.

No way--

Do it! Now!

Aah!

Fuck that.

Captain?

Oh shit.

Good shot Sergeant.

Billy!

Billy.

Oh Sarge, shit,
oh fucking, oh fucking.

Jesus fucking Christ sergeant!

Breathe, breathe,
breathe Billy.

Shit I'm so sorry Sarge!

What
are you sorry for?

Hey, hey.

I'm going to die, I know it.

Billy.

Oh fuck.

Listen, listen.

I'm going to die Sarge.

- Sorry Sarge.
- Shh, shh.

I'm gonna fucking die.

I wanna go home.

I wanna go home Sarge.

Harry, Harry, Harry!

Harry, we've got to go.

Come on!

We've got a safe way out.

Come on!

Easy, easy!

Okay.

Hey Skip, we're gonna
have to bed down here

for tonight yeah.

You okay?

Yeah. No.

I've lost men before, but....

you know those three guys there.

Fuck me, they even got Billy.

You?

Between this and D-Day,
I've had my fair share.

Yeah, yeah that was rough.

Okay let's get a look
at that foot of yours.

I'm sorry, did that tickle?

Bastard.

Well, the good news is

that you will not be playing
for Stoke anytime soon.

What's Stoke?

Fucking shite, that's what.

I have absolutely no idea,
what you are talking about.

Captain it's just,
it's just a stupid joke.

You get some rest.

I'll take the first watch.

Thank you.

Goodnight Sergeant.

Goodnight Captain.

I know you're one
of the Allied soldiers.

People are talking about you.

Looking for you.

Looks like you're a long way
from your unit?

Silence!

I can see you don't want
to hurt me.

I can see it in your eyes.

You don't know me!

What say you lower the gun
and we talk this through?

Look at my foot.

I'm no danger to you.

You look like you want out.

Am I right?

I'm right!

I tell you what.

Here's what we're gonna do.

I'm gonna close my eyes.

Then I'm gonna count to 10.

When I open them
again, you can be gone.

You want to shoot me,

then I guess that's what
you gonna have to do.

But if you're done with this
war, if you want to go home,

be with your family,
then I suggest you walk

west towards the
American advance

and ditch your gun
somewhere along the way.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

You
silly, soft, bastard.

If we bump into that
fella again and he ends up

putting a bullet in me,

you and I are gonna have
a serious falling out.

Here, I brought
you some breakfast.

Thanks.

How is it?

You don't want to know.

Thank you.

What for?

He didn't want to kill me.

He didn't want to kill anyone.

I don't think
I have even a vague recollection

of what that used to feel like.

I don't believe you.

It's true.

No, it's not.

If it was, our friend would
be lying here right now

with a bullet in his back.

I just didn't want to alert

any of the German
patrols in the vicinity.

Yeah sure.

Sir,
this is Captain Bearns

from the Third Army.

How long does Groves
expect us to hold out here

waiting for these maps?

We are fucking exposed here sir!

Billy told me, about your girl.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

I would have found a way of
losing her one way or another,

war or no war, yank or no yank.

That's the McBain way.

Just you ask my father.

If you can find him.

Ideal, ideal.

Hey.

You do know there hasn't been
a scrap of ammunition in that

since the minefield?

No.

So, back in the forest?

Now that'd be telling.

Thank you.

She's not the most talkative soul
in the world, is she?

No.

She doesn't speak any English.

You should get some rest.

No.

One more night out and in the open,
it's not--

We have to get the maps
back to Allied lines,

- or find a radio.
- No, you should spend some.

There's plenty time for that.

Get some rest.

One night and then we move on.

Makes sense.

If anything happens,

get the maps to Groves.

I'll close my eyes for a
second, you wake me if...

Smoke?

Cigarette?

Cigarette?

I don't have a clue
what you're saying.

I guess what you're telling me

is the Captain's foot is fucked.

So I don't suppose
I have to state the obvious.

The mission?

It stinks.

What do you know about this
Groves and Major Davis?

Very little,
I was pulled away from Brest

and brought straight
to British HQ.

I've known them a matter
of hours longer than you.

What about Slade?

Spent nearly three months

in continuous
action in Normandy.

We were there with him.

Pretty much answers
the question.

Pretty much.

We're going to have to stop all this

agreeing with each other, Skip.

It's starting to make
me feel uncomfortable.

Thank you.

Merci.

For sharing your food with us.

It was very nice of you to do.

She said they're not used to
having company.

What about grandpa here?

He is getting a little over-excited

about the end of the war.

You and me both Sir.

She is interested to know

what you'll do when
the war is over.

Oh.

I was a welder.

I used to mend train carriages.

I suppose, I could go
back to doing that.

She wanted to know more
about mending train carriages?

Really?

Sure.

Stupid!

What is it?

Sir, how do you say look
after yourself in French?

Fuck.

This way.

Are you sure about this?

You're still close enough

you can deliver those maps.

Just make sure that you
get back here and find me.

If it's not too much trouble.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

I promise.

Did you pull your men back?

No I did not.

My men are still there.

But they're being
withdrawn in two hours.

I'm afraid that's it, Gentlemen.

They deserve more time.

The decision's been made.

Ophelia, this is Horatio. Over.

Come in Ophelia, over.

Horatio, this is Ophelia.

What's your position and status?

Over.

We have the item.

The rest of the team except
McBain have been killed.

McBain is severely wounded.

I'm going back to
his position now.

Negative, hold your position, over.

The Cavalry's coming
to get you son.

Negative, over.

I'm returning to
McBain's position.

If you want the
maps, you find us.

Call the operator.

I'm afraid I can't let you do that.

This is Lieutenant Colonel Slade.

Instruct the guards at the
gate not to let anyone out

and put me through to Third
Army Operations immediately.

Open it!

I can't let anybody through Sir.

We've got some kind of drill on.

I've got no time for this,

get your superior
officer on the radio now.

Open it.

Open it!

Sir, Yes sir.

That way Sir!

With me now.

Come on man.

Sir, sir he's over here!

Hold on!

Hold on!

Harry!

Harry!

Take this.

Our boys are near.

Put the gun down.

It's over.

Put it down Major.

I'd rather see you
tried and hanged.

If only for all those
lads you've betrayed.

But I will shoot
you, if I have to.

Now put the gun down!

For one last time.

Heil Hitler.

I'm out.

Captain Jackson
do you have the maps?

The sergeant needs
medical attention.

Yes there's a medic on the way,
the maps.

They don't tell you about

the nightmares in
training, do they?

No, Sir.

Where am I?

You're with the Third Army

in a hospital just
outside of Verdun.

They say you've managed
to become a surgeon

while you've been away.

Apparently you saved
your foot, if not more.

What about the maps?

We've sent them upstairs.

Hopefully there's still
time to make them count.

Sir, the mission,

the mission was
compromised from the start.

Someone had to have warned them.

The maps could be fakes.

We know all that now.

It was Major Davis.

God knows how many men he's
betrayed over the years.

At least that's the end of it.

As for the maps, they're
authentic enough.

We're guessing Davis warned
them you were coming.

Who knows?

They may have planted fakes

had you proceeded with
the mission as planned.

As it was, going the day before

meant that we got
the real thing.

It just remains for me to
say "Thank you", Captain.

Thank me?

I hear you gave everything you could

to save one of the best
soldiers I ever knew.

Get well soon, Captain.

I realize
that no words can make up

for the loss of a
son to a mother.

However, there are things
that you should know.

Mrs. McBain.

Yes.

Your
son was a magnificent soldier.

Who cared deeply
about the men he led.

The Allied forces own him a
debt that can never be repaid.

I was proud to serve with him

to call him an
ally and a friend.

He saved my life and
countless others.

I am just sorry I could
not do the same for him.