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Go inside.

Hurry up. Go on.

This way.

Go on.

Hurry up.

Ah. Yeah, this'll do.

- Which one are you gonna have?
- Oh, I...

No, that's mine.

Allez-up!

How far are the trees, Danny?

Over 200 feet.

Yeah, I'd say 300.

Long ways to dig.

We'll get Cavendish to make a survey.
I wish Big X were here.

Willie, you think X got away?

He'd have sent us word somehow if he had.

Gestapo, you think?

Either that or he's dead.

- Group Captain Ramsey?
- Yes.

I am Hauptfeldwebel Strachwitz.

Will you accompany me, please?

- I'll look after your gear, sir.
- Right.

Gruppenkommandeur Ramsey.

Good morning, Group Captain.

I'm Captain Posen, Von Luger's adjutant.

Since you're senior British officer,
you are to be liaison

between the prisoners and the colonel.

He wishes to make clear to you
certain matters of, uh...

The word is "policy"?

Yes.

Thank you.

Come in.

Gruppenkommandeur Ramsey.

I am Colonel Von Luger. Please sit down.

Group Captain Ramsey,
in the past four years,

the Reich has been forced to spend
an enormous amount of time,

energy, manpower and equipment

hunting down
escaping prisoner-of-war officers.

Hmm. Well, at least it's rather nice
to know you're wanted, isn't it?

For us, it's not a matter for levity.

There will be no escapes from this camp.

Colonel Von Luger, it is the sworn duty
of all officers to try to escape.

If they can't,
it is their sworn duty to cause the enemy

to use an inordinate number of troops
to guard them

and their sworn duty to harass the enemy
to the best of their ability.

Yes, I know.

The men under your authority
have been most successful.

This man, Ashley-Pitt, for example.

Caught in the North Sea, escaped,
recaptured, escaped, recaptured.

Archibald "Archie" Ives:
11 escape attempts.

He even tried to jump out of the truck
coming here.

Dickes, William.

Known to have participated
in digging of 11 escape tunnels.

Flight Lieutenant Velinski: four escapes.
MacDonald: nine.

Hendley, the American: five.
Haynes: four. Sedgwick: seven.

The list is almost endless.

One man here has made
17 attempted escapes.

Group Captain, this is close to insanity.

Quite.

And it must stop!

Colonel, do you expect officers
to forget their duty?

No.

It is because we expect the opposite
that we have brought you here.

This is a new camp.

It has been built to hold you
and your men.

It is organized to incorporate
all we have learned of security measures.

And in me, you will not be dealing
with a common jailer...

but with a staff officer
personally selected for the task

by the Luftwaffe high command.

We have in effect put all our rotten eggs
in one basket,

and we intend to watch this basket
carefully.

Very wise.

You will not be denied
the usual facilities:

sports, a library, a recreation hall.

And for gardening, we will give you tools.

We trust you to use them for gardening.

Devote your energies to these things.

Give up your hopeless attempts to escape.

And, with intelligent cooperation,

we may all sit out the war...

as comfortably as possible.

- What do you do here by the truck?
- I'm stealing tools.

- For stealing tools, cooler.
- I was kidding. I wasn't stealing tools.

- Oh, you're American.
- Yes, and you're a German.

Of course. Why do you come to Germany?

- Why fight for England, your enemy?
- Enemy? What are you talkin' about?

In 1812, they burned your capital.

- That's propaganda.
- It's in the history books.

- It's pure propaganda.
- I read it.

Now go away from here.
If you steal tools, cooler.

Yeah, no tools.

Hey, Virgil.

Hey, did you see the cooler?

Boy, is it ever a big one.

- I think they expect a lot of business.
- Yeah.

Hey, those two guys who were with us
in the old camp, in hut 14 ‒

I can't find 'em. You think the goons
left 'em behind or something?

- I guess.
- Yeah. Hey, what were their names?

It was Jackson and, uh...

- And Dexter.
- Dexter. That's right.

Hey, I'm gonna see who else I can find.
I'll see you later.

Hey, Danny, who are they?

Russian prisoners. They cut down trees.

- They keep them here?
- No, they take them out.

Willie, cigarettes.

Danny and I have a blitz in mind. Could
you put on a brief show for the goons?

- Sure, man. What'll it be? An all-out go?
- Mad prisoner?

- Choir practice?
- Knuckles, eh?

- Yeah, knuckles will be fine.
- Give him the coat.

- What are you doing with my coat, mate?
- What? It's mine!

- Are you pushing me, you Canadian?
- That's mine, you Aussie son of a...

Hey, that's mine!

You leave my jacket alone. It's my jacket!

I'll send you back
to the Commonwealth!

Stop it! Stop this nonsense!

It's all right. It's all right, mate.

We're just
having a friendly little argument.

- No more fighting. No more!
- All right.

- Get back in your huts.
- Yes, sir.

You too!

Get away! Get back in your huts!

Go on!

Hey, Hilts. Hey.

Looks like there's only one other
American in the whole camp:

some guy named Hendley
in the RAF Eagle squadron.

- Hey, you got something goin' already?
- Shh, shh!

See the way the goons
got those towers placed?

- Yeah.
- There's a blind spot in the middle.

A blind spot?

A guy could stand at that wire and not
be seen by that tower or that tower.

The one on the end is too far.
They'd never see me, especially at night.

- You're crazy.
- You think so? Let's find out right now.

Now, the next step's a little tricky.

- You're not goin' out there?
- Not while they're lookin', I'm not.

I think I'll take a little walk.

March!

- Danny, you speak Russian?
- A little, but only one sentence.

Let me have it, mate.

- What's it mean?
- "I love you."

"I love you"? What bloody good is that?

I don't know.
I wasn't going to use it myself.

Halt!

Out. Out!

- Ah, your friend, yes?
- Huh?

And who vouches for you,
Lieutenant Velinski?

Get out, Sedgwick.

Hold it, hold it!

- Your name?
- Ives.

Ives.

Ives. Oh, yes. Archibald Ives. Scots.

The photograph doesn't do you justice.

I'd like to see one of you
under similar circumstances.

I will not take action against you now.

This is the first day here, and there has
been much stupidity and carelessness...

on both sides.

Hey! Get out!

Don't shoot!

You fool! To cross the wire is death!

- What wire?
- This wire! The warning wire!

Oh.

It's absolutely forbidden to cross it.
You know that.

Yeah, but my baseball rolled over there.
How am I gonna get my baseball?

- You first ask permission.
- Oh, okay.

Gettin' my baseball.

Stop this nonsense!
Get over the wire immediately!

- Okay.
- You stay there!

Out of the way. Out.

What are you doing over here by the wire?

Like I told Max, I was trying to get ‒

- What were you doing by the wire?
- Well, like I told Max...

I was trying to cut my way through
your wire because I wanna get out.

- Do you speak German?
- Jawohl, Herr Oberst.

- Wire cutters.
- Jawohl, Herr Oberst.

I have had the pleasure of knowing quite
a number of British officers in this war,

and I flatter myself
that we understand one another.

You are the first American officer
I have met. Hilts, isn't it?

Captain Hilts, actually.

- Seventeen escape attempts.
- Eighteen, sir.

- Tunnel man, engineer.
- Flier.

I suppose what's called
in the American army a hotshot pilot.

Mm-hmm.

Unfortunately, you were shot down anyway,

so we are both grounded
for the duration of the war.

Well, you speak for yourself, Colonel.

You have other plans?

I haven't seen Berlin yet
from the ground or from the air,

and I plan on doing both
before the war is over.

Are all American officers so ill-mannered?

Mmm, about 99 percent.

Then perhaps while you are with us,
you will have a chance to learn some.

Ten days' isolation, Hilts.

- Captain Hilts.
- Twenty days.

Right.

Oh, you'll still be here when I get out.

Cooler.

- Name?
- Ives.

Flying Officer Ives.

Cooler. Twenty days.

- Cooler, Ives.
- Pleasure.

- Hilts.
- Yeah?

What did you do in the States?
Play baseball?

No, I was in college.

- Say, Ives.
- Aye?

- How many escapes have you tried?
- Oh, four over, seven under.

- Tunnel man, huh?
- Sure, I am that.

How tall are you, Ives?

5'4". Why?

Oh, just wondering.

What did you do in college?
Study physical education?

Chemical engineering.
Did a little bike riding, though.

Bicycles?

Motorcycles.

You know, flat tracks, county fairs.

Picked up a buck here and there.
Helped pay my tuition.

Oh, I did a wee bit of racing myself.

- In Scotland.
- Bikes?

No, horse racing. Jockey.

Jockey?

Jockey.

Hilts?

Are you there, Hilts?

Yeah, I'm here.

Don't you have them in the States,
jockeys?

Sure.

They were the days.

Saturday nights in towns like
Musselburgh and Hamilton.

You had to fight off the birds.

You know, birds.

Girls, man. Girls.

Do you not have them in the States?

Hilts?

Are you there, Hilts?

Ives.

What?

You know the kind of clay and gravel
we've got here in the compound?

Aye.

How many feet do you think you could
get through in, say, eight hours?

I could cut through this dirt here
like the bit on an end of an auger.

But you know it's not the digging.
It's the shoring up with wood

and getting the dirt out.

That's what you have to worry about.

No, it isn't, Ives.
You don't have to worry about that.

But how are you going to get the dirt out?

- What do they call a mole in Scotland?
- A mole.

Aye.

Well, what do you think, Navy?

I must say,
it's an interesting first 20 minutes.

I'd say we made fools of ourselves.

As the sergeant out there says,
this is only the first day.

Eric.

Don't take too much notice.
The goons may not know who he is.

- I'll pass the word.
- I'll tell the old man.

He has arrived.

The prisoner Bartlett is discharged
into your custody, Colonel Von Luger.

I suggest
this prisoner Bartlett to be kept

under the strictest security confinement
permanently.

- Make a note of Herr Kuhn's suggestion.
- Jawohl, Herr Oberst.

We have reason to believe
that this person is the leader

of numerous criminal escape attempts.

Squadron Leader Bartlett
has been three months in your care,

and the Gestapo has only
"reason to believe"?

If he once more falls into our hands,
he will not be so lucky.

Air Force officer prisoners
are the responsibility of the Luftwaffe,

not the SS.

Or the Gestapo.

At present, yes, Herr Oberst.

That is why he is returned
for the moment to your care.

Of course,
if the Luftwaffe is not up to the task,

the prisoners will find themselves
totally in our charge.

We regretfully are not
so professionally understanding.

Squadron Leader Bartlett...

if you escape again and be caught,
you will be shot.

- Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler.

Herr Kuhn.

- Eric.
- Hello, Roger.

- They dumped you here too.
- Yes. What's this one like?

Well, it's new.

Here. Let's find you a bed.

Thanks.

Come in.

- Hello, Roger.
- Hello, sir.

I'll put your bag in your room.

Thanks, Eric.

- How are you?
- As well as can be expected.

The fellows wanted to put up
a welcome committee, but that's for later.

- Yes, I saw Willie and Velinski with Mac.
- A lot of old friends here.

- How long have you been here, sir?
- Arrived today.

New camp, expert guards, the elite.

Have you met the commandant?

Yes, I did.

What were the Gestapo
and the SS doing with you?

Oh, they wanted to find out
who helped me to the border.

- Who else is here? Cavendish?
- Mm-hmm.

- Nimmo and Sorren?
- Griffith, Haynes.

- Blythe?
- Yes.

Almost the whole X organization.

Almost.

They cleaned out all the other camps
and dumped us in this one.

As Von Luger put it,
"All the rotten eggs in one basket."

There's madness in their method.
What about Tommy Bristol?

No, but there's an American, Hendley.

Is he a scrounger? Blackmailer?

- MacDonald says he's the best.
- Good.

Last of the tea
until the Red Cross gets through again.

I scrounged this from Sedgwick.

Did the Gestapo give you a rough time?

Not nearly as rough
as I now intend to give them.

Roger, personal revenge must be
kept out of what we have to do here.

Too many lives are at stake.

What my personal feelings are
is of no importance.

You appointed me Big X, and it's my duty

to harass, confound and confuse the enemy
to the best of my ability.

- That's true.
- And that's what I intend to do.

I'm gonna cause such a terrible stink
in this Third Reich of theirs

that thousands of troops
that could be employed to the front

will be tied up here looking after us.

How?

By putting more men out of this...

perfect camp of theirs
than have ever escaped before.

Oh, not blitzing out two or three
or a dozen, but 200, 300.

Scatter them all over Germany.

- Do you think that's possible?
- The men are here to do it.

The goons have put every escape artist
in this camp. You said so yourself.

Have you thought of what it might cost?

I've thought of the humiliation
if we just tamely submit,

knuckle under and crawl.

Surely you don't advocate that,
do you, sir?

I have to point out one thing to you,
Roger.

No matter how unsatisfactory
this camp may be,

the high command have still left us
in the hands of the Luftwaffe,

not the Gestapo and the SS.

Look, sir, you, uh ‒ you talk about

the high command and the Luftwaffe,
then about the SS and the Gestapo.

To me they're the same.
We're fighting the bloody lot.

There's only one way to put it, sir.

They are the common enemies
of everyone who believes in freedom.

If the high command didn't approve
of Hitler, why didn't they throw him out?

I have no argument with you, Roger.

As senior officer,
I'm merely pointing out a pertinent fact.

When are you calling a meeting, X?

Tonight.

Gentlemen,

no doubt you've heard the immortal words
of our new commandant:

"Devote your energies to things
other than escape

and sit out the war
as comfortably as possible."

Ha!

Well, that's exactly
what we're going to do.

We're going to devote our energies
to sports and gardening,

all the cultural pursuits
as far as they're concerned.

In fact,
we're going to put the goons to sleep.

Meanwhile, we dig.

Now, even a superficial look
at the compound

shows us that huts 104 and 105
are closest to the woods.

The first tunnel goes out from 105

directly east under the Vorlager,
the cooler and the wire.

But that's over 300 feet, Roger.

- Did you make a survey, Dennis?
- Only a temporary one, sir.

I make it just over 335 feet.

Let me know when you've got an exact one.

Willie, this time we'll dig straight down
30 feet before we go horizontal.

That'll rule out any question
of sound detection or probing.

All right, Roger.
But did you say the first tunnel?

I did. There'll be three.

We'll call them Tom, Dick and Harry.
Tom goes out directly east from 104,

Dick goes north from the kitchen,

and Harry goes out parallel to Tom
from 105.

If the goons find one,
we'll move into the other.

How many men do you plan to take out,
Roger?

Two hundred and fifty.

There'll be no half measures this time,
gentlemen.

There'll be identification papers
and documents for everyone.

And, Griff,
we'll need outfits for the lot.

- Two hundred and fifty?
- Mostly civilian clothes.

Yes, but, uh...

Okay, Roger.

Mac, maps, blankets, rations,
compasses for all the walkers,

and timetables for every train.

Right, Roger.

Sorry I'm late, Roger.

It's all right, Colin. Sit down.
We're going to tunnel.

Splendid.

Willie, you and Danny'll be tunnel kings.
Danny, you'll be in charge of traps.

I'll work out the exact location
with you tomorrow.

Sedgwick, manufacturer.
Griff, as I said, tailor.

Nimmo and Haynes, diversions.

Mac, of course,
will take care of intelligence.

Hendley. We haven't met.

- Scrounger?
- Right.

Dennis, maps and surveys.

Colin, you'll take your usual job.

Eric, have you thought
how you're gonna get rid of this dirt?

Yes, I have. Usual places.

Hadn't anticipated three tunnels,
but we'll manage.

Roger, who's gonna handle security
for all this?

You are.

I want a system of stooges covering
this compound from front to back,

checking every goon in and out.

I want a signal system so perfect

that if ever a ferret gets within 50 feet
of any of the huts in which we're working,

we can shut down without a sign.

Well, I don't think there's much point
in discussing any more now.

I'll meet each of you
on the exercise circuit,

and we'll pound out the details.

Nothing else, is there, Mac?

I shouldn't think so, Roger.

Oh, hello.

My name's Blythe.

Hendley.

- For birds.
- I used to do a little hunting myself.

Oh, not hunting. Watching.

Oh, a bird-watcher?

Yes, that's right.
Watching them and, uh, drawing them.

I suppose you have bird-watchers
in the States?

Yes, we have some.

Tea?

I only drank tea once, in the hospital.

Where's your kit?

This is it. The rest was confiscated
in the last shakedown.

The goons didn't appreciate
some of my more personal items.

Such as.

- You're the scrounger.
- Yes, that's right.

I'll need a camera.

- What kind?
- A good one.

A 35-millimeter f/2.8

with a focal-plane shutter
should do all right.

- All right.
- And film, of course.

Oh, of course.

Oh, Hendley. I need a pick.
Big, heavy one.

- Only one?
- Two would be better.

I'm afraid this tea is pathetic.

I must have used these wretched leaves
about 20 times.

It's not that I mind so much.

Tea without milk is so uncivilized.

Yeah.

I'll get our wood.

Close up! Close up!

Close up!

- Close up!
- Hmm?

- Close up! Close up!
- No me sprechen Sie English.

Close up!

Oh.

Splendid.

Blythe, what are you doing here?

Hmm? Oh.

I'm in Photographic Aerial
Reconnaissance Interpretation.

Went for a joyride to see for myself.
It's my own silly fault.

The aircraft bought it.

Got shot down. Terrifying.

No, I mean, what do you do here?

Here?

Oh. I'm the forger.

The forgers are installing themselves
in the recreation hut.

- Sedgwick?
- I'm in 110.

- Griffith.
- Well, I'd like to work in 109, Roger.

109? Right.

I'll work in 107.

For now, Danny and Willie
and their trap team will be in 104.

Mac, I want to take a chance
on the tunnels

and press ahead without any shoring-up.

But we will need timber, of course,
for the shafts and the entrance chambers.

Now, Hendley figures
there are 36 empty bunks.

We can tear up 15 and move the men back
and forth so the goons won't miss them.

The rest will come from strips
off the wall, as we've always done.

- Is Hendley taking care of this himself?
- Not yet.

He's working on some steel
for a pick that Danny needs.

Hey! What the hell is going on here?

Turn the water off! Get your hands away!

Get away!

Hey! What the hell's going on there?

Turn the water off!

Stop this nonsense!

Will you turn it off?

Get away, here! Turn the water off!
Somewhere!

Turn the main valve off somewhere.

In the stove, we keep fire burning always.

This way,
the goons will not feel like moving it.

- Good.
- Hendley ‒

Two tiles, they are chipped.
We need new ones.

There's some in 113's washroom.
Should match perfectly.

Good.

It's going to be a bit tricky, Danny.

Not when you're organized, Mac.

- We're ready.
- Big enough?

It's perfect. Right through
the middle of the foundation.

Good luck to us, Danny.

Why 17?

This is the 17th tunnel Danny's started.

- All right?
- Lovely.

It's good.

It's very good.

Haynes.

Get out! Get out!

- Come out here!
- Out, out, out!

- Here!
- Out, out, out!

You're not in your hut.

- What are you doing here?
- Mopping up.

- And you?
- Shower. I need a wash.

I'm watching him. I'm a lifeguard.

Put on warm clothes.
You might be outside all night.

Aus!

No, no. I vote no.

Look, we've put the goons to sleep
exactly like you said.

But just one thing like this,
and we're up the creek without a paddle.

- We ‒
- Ah. Ives, sit down, won't you?

- Hello, sir.
- Hello.

- Squadron Leader Bartlett, Captain Hilts.
- Hi.

- Flight Lieutenant MacDonald.
- Hi.

I, uh, understand
you two are contemplating a blitz-out.

Where'd you hear that, sir?

MacDonald. It's Mac's job
to know everything that goes on.

- Oh.
- We, um ‒

We thought perhaps we might talk it over.

Why? It's only a two-man job.

Everybody in the camp is supposed to
clear all escape attempts in advance

with Squadron Leader Bartlett here.

We, uh, don't necessarily
want to interfere. It's just that ‒

Well, what sort of blitz
were you contemplating?

Well, we sneak out at night to a spot
I found near the wire, a blind spot.

Then we dig down three feet,
take the dirt,

spread it on top so it won't make a pile,
and then ‒ straight out.

Ives here is a tunnel man,
so he digs in front,

pushes the dirt behind him,
and I stash it behind me.

Then we burrow through the dirt
like a couple of moles.

Then by dawn we're under the wire,
across the open space,

into the woods and gone.

Well, uh...

- When do you intend to try this?
- Hmm?

- When do you intend to try it?
- Oh, tonight.

Uh, Hilts,

this may not be quite the right time
for this sort of thing.

Look, sir, I've been in the bag
nearly three years now,

bloody close to being wire-happy.

It's a blitz-out for me, or forget it.

It'll work. I know it will.

Good luck.

Thank you.

- Hilts, um, how do you breathe?
- We got a steel rod with hinges on it,

and we shove it up and make air holes
as we go along.

Good night, sir.

Now, why didn't anybody
think of that before?

It's so stupid, it's positively brilliant.

Oh, but it'll bring every goon in the camp
down on top of us.

I don't know.
Perhaps we're being too clever.

If we stop all the breakouts,

it may only convince the goons
that we must be tunneling.

I hope it works.

If it doesn't, those two are gonna be
in the cooler for an awful long time.

Good, huh?

Danny, it's bloody beautiful.

- This is the dirt from the compound.
- This is from the tunnel.

Wherever we put it,
they're going to spot it a mile away.

Maybe we could put it under the huts.
The dirt's dark there.

No, it's the first place
the ferrets would look.

I saw one measuring the height
under a hut yesterday.

Maybe we could dry it out
to the same color.

- There are 50 tons of it.
- I was just thinking out loud.

If you must think,
for God's sake, think clearly.

Where the devil is Ashley-Pitt?

We can't destroy the dirt,
and we can't eat it.

The only thing left to do
is camouflage it.

That's as far as my thinking takes me.

Didn't they teach you promptness
in the RN?

You'll never believe it,
but I think I have the solution.

The problem is somehow to get rid of
this tunnel dirt over the compound.

Well, of course.

Would you mind?

Now...

you fill these bags
with the dirt from the tunnel.

Then, wearing them inside your trousers,

you wander out into the compound,

where you pull these strings
in your pockets.

Out come the pins.

Eric, it's good.

All you have to do is kick it in.

Unless you're a complete fool,
the ferrets will never see a thing.

It's indecently brilliant.
What do you think, Roger, eh?

- We'll try it first thing tomorrow.
- I already have. It works.

Mac, this is what we'll do.

- A little present from Tom, sir.
- Ah, thank you, Nimmo.

- Nice garden you've got, sir.
- Mm.

Carry on.

All right, let's look sharp!

That looks sharp.

Sir.

Please, gentlemen, continue.
This is merely a routine inspection.

- Good morning, Squadron Leader.
- Good morning, sir.

I am sorry the soil here
isn't better suited to your men's purpose.

We'll manage, sir.

I must say I am surprised with the extent
of this activity, Group Captain.

- Pleased, of course, but surprised.
- Surprised, Colonel?

Fliers are gentlemen,

not peasants to dig in the earth.

So I am surprised.

The English have always been
very keen on gardening.

Oh, yes, but flowers. Is this not so?

You can't eat flowers, Colonel.

Good point.

You know, I have the nasty feeling
he knows exactly what we're doing.

- Maybe he does.
- You don't really think so, do you?

If he does, we'll find out soon enough.

- Morning, Bob.
- Andy.

Here we are. Now, let's see.

Biscuits, two packets.

Coffee, two tins.

Bovril, one jar.

Cigarettes, six packets.

Strawberry jam, Sorren's.
Blackcurrant jam, Cavendish.

And marmalade, mine.

Danish butter, Von Luger's.
I liberated it from his mess supplies.

Oh, yes. And, uh ‒

And Dutch chocolate. Two bars.

That cleans out the gift food
for the entire organization.

Now, the first thing we need
is the new form of travel permit.

The forgers have no idea what
it looks like and can't move without it.

I'll see what I can do.

And, of course, any other identity cards,
personal papers,

documents you can put your hands on.

Anyway, put 'em to work, Bob.

- Right.
- Good luck.

♪ O come, all ye faithful ♪

♪ Joyful and triumphant ♪

♪ O come ye, O come ye ♪

♪ To Bethlehem ♪

♪ Come and behold Him ♪

♪ Born the King of Angels ♪

♪ O come, let us adore Him ♪

♪ O come, let us adore Him ♪

♪ O come, let us adore Him... ♪

Louis, where the hell is the air pump?

- Oh, patience is a virtue, Roger.
- Yes, I know, dear boy.

But the diggers can only work
when the trap's open,

and this is holding us up very badly.

- Is it finished?
- Of course.

- Why isn't it in?
- Working on the air ducts now.

- But when will they be finished?
- One or two days.

Does it work?

Of course it works.

- Will it give us enough air?
- As much as you'll need.

Mac?

Excellent.

Have it in by tomorrow night.

♪ Christ the Lord ♪

Got a light?

Oh, yeah.

Thanks.

- It's pretty, isn't it?
- Yes.

Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like one?

I'll smoke it later, when I'm off duty.
Thank you.

You probably have
a couple of roommates, huh?

Beautiful day.

Yes.
But I think it might rain later.

No, no.

Uh, red sky in the morning,
sailor takes warning.

Red sky at night, sailor's delight.

It was a red sky last night.

I never heard that before.

I learned it in the Boy Scouts.

- You were a Boy Scout?
- Mm-hmm.

- So was I.
- Really?

- Yes. I had 19 merit badges.
- I had 20.

I was working on my 20th
when the government abolished scouting

and sent me into the Hitler Youth instead.

Hey, Werner,

you think you'll stay in the army
after the war?

Oh, no. No. I'm not a well man.

- My teeth.
- Your teeth?

Yes. Ah, I could tell you stories
about my teeth

that would make your hair stand on end.

Our dentist here is a butcher.

But don't tell anyone I said so.

It's a soldier's right to complain.

Maybe in your army, but here?

One little criticism, and ‒ Zzzt!

To the Russian front.

Is that so?

Terrible.

That's terrible.

Werner...

why don't we go into my room,
where we can talk more comfortably.

I'd better not.

If Strachwitz should see me ‒ Zzzt!

I was just gonna make some coffee.

Some real coffee.

Coffee, coffee, coffee.

Where is it?

Well, my grandmother
keeps sending me this stuff.

Oh, yeah. Here. Take one.

Yeah. Keep it.

- Nein. I must go.
- Werner, Werner ‒

It's okay. You can keep it. We're friends.

With you in the cooler, will we
still be friends? I must report this.

I don't understand you, Werner.
Report what?

That you and I were chatting in my room?

- I must go.
- Oh, here. It's okay.

- Look, keep it.
- No! No!

I'll never be able to eat it all.
I've got all I could eat.

I'm sorry. All right.

Forget it. Forget it.

And that, I'm sure you'll all remember,
is the voice of the Nelles warbler.

Now let's turn our attention
to this, gentlemen.

The masked shrike.
Lanius nubicus. The butcher-bird.

The shrike impales his foes
on the spikes of thorn bushes.

Not a very lovable character, you see.

Let's have a look at the coloring.

Uniform black above, from head to tail.

A black rump,
a black crown with a bold white flash,

and a white line over the eye.

The shrike lives
in lightly wooded country...

Ah, Hendley. Sit down. You'll find
drawing materials on the table.

The shrike lives
in lightly wooded country,

olive groves and gardens.

Well, Herr Hendley,
have you taken to birds too now?

Yeah. You should stick around.
You might learn something.

I have better things to do
than draw birds.

The voice is a monotonous succession
of scratchy, complaining notes.

Now, let's have a good look at this bird.
He's got a round shape...

- Permission to cross a frontier.
- Good.

Here's another one.
Which one's the forgery?

Uh,

that one.

- That's right.
- They both are.

What's holding us up now
is the new form of this travel permit.

- We've no idea what they look like.
- Uh, here's one.

And a military identity card.

And a...

- An Ausweis.
- Yeah.

Permission to be on Reich property.

A ticket to Oden.

What appears to be the ferret assignments
by day and hour for the next week.

You get ten out of ten for this, old boy.

- Thank you, sir. Take good care of that.
- Where did you get this?

You ‒ It's on loan.

Now, in order to get
the right amount of outfits, Roger,

I suggest that we work mainly
from service uniforms.

Now, I can do
double-breasteds, single-breasteds,

and, uh, rather nice lounge suits.

Lapels.
I can do quite a lot of things with those.

I can have them deep like that
or high ones like that.

- Mm-hmm.
- Oh.

Here's one that, uh,
we're working on right now.

Oh, yes. What about buttons?

Just take a look at those.

Here's one that I've finished, Roger.

And, uh...

here's one that I dyed
with a bottle of blue ink.

Mm, it's rather good.

What's up, Roger?

The goons would have a field day
if they crashed in on this lot.

That's Sorren's department. Now, I've
started working on the other materials.

This, uh ‒ This blanket.

Particularly the stripes. Marvelous.

- Coats.
- Yes.

I've got the chaps working on these
all over the compound.

Oh, those battle dresses ‒
I'm afraid they're a bit too short.

I'll have to get the chaps to make those
into some sort of workingman's outfits.

Mm-hmm.

Blanket ticking.

Now, I've made these
into rather nice little waistcoats.

Ah, very dapper, yes.

- Dyed, of course.
- Of course.

Uh, just take a look at this, Roger.

Now, this blanket material,

we scrape this down
until it's really smooth

and then dye it with boot polish.

Corduroy scrounged by Hendley.
I wish we had more of this.

- Where in God's name did you get these?
- Hendley.

- Where did he get them?
- I asked him that.

- What did he say?
- "Don't ask."

Let me show you some of the overcoats
I've been working on.

- Hilts.
- Good morning, Hilts.

Uh-oh.

Well, if you're here to find out
if I'm going out again, I am.

- When?
- Seventeen days. Seventh of July.

- Dark of the moon.
- Correct.

Is Ives going with you?

Yeah, if he wants to.

You, uh ‒ You know that Ives
is close to cracking.

Yeah.

Figure it's better for him
to go out in the tunnel, huh?

Safer.

Right.

Hilts, it's possible for one man to
get out through the wire, even get away,

but, um, there are in fact

a considerable number of people
besides yourself in this camp

who are trying to escape.

I appreciate that.

Something's coming, I can feel it,

and it's coming right around the corner
at me, Squadron Leader.

- Uh, my name's Roger.
- All right, Roger.

Yours is, uh, Virgil, isn't it?

Hilts. Just make it Hilts.

Yes, well, um, as I was saying, Hilts,

um, we have maps of Germany ‒
general maps, that is.

In fact,
we have all the information that we need

for the escape routes out of Germany.

But, um, what we do not have ‒

Is a clear idea of what's 500 yards
beyond those trees.

Right. We've tried every goon
in the camp. No go.

We must know the exact position
of the local town.

We want to know where we hit
the main roads. They must patrol them.

Where the police stations are, where
they've got their military roadblocks.

And most important of all,

we've got to know how to get from here
to the railway station.

No. Absolutely not.

When I get through that wire,
I'm not gonna be

peeking over fences,
making maps for you guys.

By morning I'm gonna be so far away,

you couldn't hear it
if they're shooting at me with howitzers.

- Hmm?
- That's understandable.

Completely.

I mean, I'd like to help, but...

Interesting idea.

How many you taking out?

Two hundred and fifty.

Two hundred and fifty?

Yeah.

You're crazy.
You oughta be locked up. You too.

Two hundred and fifty guys just
walking down the road, just like that.

Well, some on the road,
some by train, some cross-country.

They'll have forged papers, clothes,

maps, compasses, rations.

Has it occurred to you that you're gonna
alert every goon in the country?

Anybody that can carry a pitchfork
is gonna be out looking for you.

They're gonna swoop down and scoop
you up so fast it'd make your head swim.

Yes, well, uh, thanks anyway.

Anything I can do to help on the tunnel,
let me know.

- That's very good of you.
- Anytime.

Wait a minute!

You aren't seriously suggesting
that if I get through the wire

and case everything out there
and don't get picked up,

to turn myself in and get thrown back
in the cooler for a couple months

so you can get the information you need?

Yes.

One has to ask some very strange things
in the job I have.

We'll give you a front place
in the tunnel.

- I wouldn't do that for my own mother.
- I don't blame you.

- Well, okay, then.
- Well, it's completely understandable.

Well, okay, then.

Yes, well, thanks, Hilts.

Check.

Herr Hendley, I...

Oh, it's all right. Blythe's a friend.

What's the matter, Werner?

My wallet, my papers,
my identity card, gone.

I lost them. Everything.

- He lost his wallet.
- Hmm?

Do you realize what would happen
if Strachwitz found this out?

- Zzzt! The Russian front.
- Dear, dear.

I've looked everyplace, everyplace.

I must have lost them while I was in here.

- No.
- Yes.

Look, I told you we were friends.
We'll find them.

Oh, thank you, Herr Hendley.

Werner.

Not now.

It might look a little peculiar

if you and I were seen
probing around at this time of night.

Oh.

Look, I'll find them.

I promise you I'll find 'em
if I have to tear this room apart.

- Thank you.
- Forget it.

- Werner...
- Yes?

- There is one small favor.
- Ja?

A camera.

We want to take some snapshots.
You know, keepsakes.

35-millimeter with a 2.8 lens
and a plane shutter.

Focal-plane shutter.

Werner, that's a focal-plane shutter.

Let me know when you got it.

He's a crazy, mixed-up kid, that Werner,
but I like him.

Checkmate.

How soon is our air pump
going to be ready?

- Oh, I'll have it for you tomorrow, Roger.
- You're badly behind schedule.

- How's it coming, Danny?
- No good.

- No good?
- Today, three times ‒

Willie, you all right?

Pull!

You're gonna have to shore up
the whole bloody tunnel, Roger.

All 335 feet of it.

Four times today.

This way we never get through.
We must have more wood.

It's a lot of timber, Roger.
Can you get it?

We'll get it.

We've gotta get it.

I'll put Hendley on it,
and the new man we got this morning.

Okay, Willie.

♪ On the first day of Christmas
My true love sent to me ♪

♪ A partridge in a pear tree ♪

♪ On the second day of Christmas
My true love sent to me ♪

♪ Two turtledoves
And a partridge in a pear tree ♪

♪ On the fourth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me ♪

♪ Four calling birds, three French hens
Two turtledoves ♪

♪ And a partridge in a pear tree ♪

♪ On the fifth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me ♪

♪ Five gold rings ♪

- How's it going with the rafters up there?
- Taking out one in four.

♪ And a partridge in a pear tree ♪

♪ On the sixth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me ♪

- ♪ Six geese a-laying ♪
- Stay with it.

♪ Five gold rings ♪

♪ Four calling birds, three French hens
Two turtledoves ♪

♪ And a partridge in a pear tree ♪

♪ On the seventh day of Christmas
My true love sent to me ♪

♪ Seven swans a-swimming
Six geese a-laying ♪

♪ Five gold rings ♪

♪ Four calling birds, three French hens
Two turtledoves ♪

♪ And a partridge in a pear tree ♪

♪ Five gold rings, four calling birds... ♪

Bloody singing. I've never worked
so hard in all my life. Hi, Hilts.

- Say, Cavendish ‒
- ♪ Three French hens, two turtledoves ♪

♪ And a partridge in a pear... ♪
Allez-up!

Never mind.

Here's a present from our friend, Werner.

Splendid. Simply splendid.

This should do very nicely.

Those are Ashley-Pitt's men.

He requested permission to dispose
of some of his dirt in our attic.

Hmm.

Tom has reached just beyond that, uh,
pile of wood, sir, in the Vorlager.

Harry, of course, isn't as far as that.

How much further to the trees?

We make it 50 feet, sir.

- Dark of the moon is the seventh ‒
- Eighth and ninth.

- Eighth and Ninth. Mm.
- A day earlier in August.

Yes.

Morning.

There he goes again.

Why is he buying up
all the potatoes in the camp?

I've been working on that,
but I can't find out.

Hilts and Hendley lock themselves
in their room every night.

Sometimes Goff's in there with them.
Other nights he's on guard outside.

Mac, we'll close down Dick and Harry.
Seal them off.

Put the entire effort into Tom
and press right on into the trees.

Right, Roger.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

About face!

Forward march!

What is it?

They're celebrating the revolution.

It's the Fourth of July.

What the devil is this?

And halt!

Gentlemen, you're invited for free drinks
at the wash tank.

It's the Fourth of July.
A little present from the colonials.

- Down the British.
- Hear, hear.

- Quite right too.
- And a little drink to Tom.

- And to getting home.
- Thank you.

Very well. We accept.

- Up the rebels!
- Down the British!

Gentlemen, if you'd care to follow us.
About face!

Column, now! March!

- Company, halt!
- Fall out!

All right, let's line up down here!

All right, grab a cup!

Line it up! Here we go.

All right, keep it moving.
Keep it moving, keep it moving.

That explains
what happened to the potatoes.

No harm in closing down Tom
for one day, Roger.

No, I suppose it'll do us all good
to let off a bit of steam.

There's only 14 feet to go, sir,

and you can feel it
throughout the whole bloody camp.

- I think that calls for a drink.
- Hear, hear, sir.

- Drink it up.
- What is this stuff, Hilts?

Moonshine. American moonshine. Moonshine.

- Make my mustache grow. Cheers.
- Here we go. Keep it moving, now.

Keep it go ‒
Hello, Eric. Don't spill any of that.

- There you go.
- Hello, Eric. Down with the British.

All right, old cobber. Keep it mo ‒ Whoop!

Yeah. Don't get any on your clothes.

- Cheers!
- Don't get any on your clothes.

- Don't spill any of that.
- Before your morning tea?

- Have you any tonic water?
- Here, keep it moving.

Don't get any on your clothes, sir.

American moonshine.
Don't smoke right after you drink it.

No smoking.
No smoking while you're drinking.

Cheerio!

Get good and stoned, my friend.

Keep it going. Keep it...

No taxation without representation.

Keep it going, boys. Keep it...

Keep it going, fellas. Enjoy yourselves.

Well, let's drink to Tom.

To Tom.

Oi!

In the three years, seven months

and approximately two weeks
that I've been in the bag,

that's the most extraordinary stuff
I've ever tasted.

Oh, it's shattering!

Well, I think it's rather good.

Well, with your permission, sir,
I think I'll "all on Kive" ‒

Call on Ives.

- Cheers, Hendley!
- Hendley!

Cheers!

You know what that is?

I'll tell you what it isn't.

It isn't Napoleon brandy.

How do you like it, sir?

Well, it's, um...

To the colonies.

Independence.

How are you managing over there
without us?

Getting along all right, are you?

We seem to be getting along all right,
shir ‒ sir.

Yes, well, it's, uh...

It's good stuff, Hilts.

Thank you, sir.

Danny? Here's to...

Roger, goons in 105.

- Who?
- Strachwitz.

We have to ignore it. If we pay attention,
the goons will know the hut's important.

Here's to going home.

Come on, Danny.
They've searched it a hundred times.

Home.

Anyway, I'm glad we've got you
in the tunnel with us, Piglet.

- Aye.
- To Tom, eh?

Och, never mind. You'll be walking down
Argyle Street in a couple of weeks, man.

To Tom.

You know, Sandy,
I'm just beginning to realize that myself.

Why shouldn't you, man?
We're nearly at the trees, boy.

We're nearly at the trees, eh?

Herr Hauptfeldwebel! Herr Hauptfeldwebel!

Herr Hauptfeldwebel!

Oh, my God, they've found Tom!

It's the tunnel.

Success.

- Ives!
- Halt!

- Ives! Ives!
- Halt! Halt!

Halt!

Sir...

let me know
the exact information you need.

- I'm going out tonight.
- Right.

Open up Harry.

We dig. Around the clock.

Cooler.

Right.

Well,
I didn't think they'd catch him so soon.

He wasn't caught.

Hilts, welcome home.

Danny?

Danny?

Danny?

Are you all right, Danny?

Yes.

All right.

All right.
Bring some shovels. I'm all right.

For God's sake, Smithy,
you've left out a whole bloody eagle.

That's impossible.

Yes.

Four days' work up the bloody spout!

I'm sorry, Colin.

It's all right, Smithy.

It's getting late.

You push off to bed. I'll pack up here.

Right.

Good night, Colin.

Good night, Smithy.

I can't see a bloody thing.

Heil Hitler.

- Your German's very good.
- Thanks, Mac. I've put in a lot of...

Oh, now, watch it, Haynes.

That's the easiest way to trip up
a suspect. Don't fall for that old gag.

- Sorry, Mac.
- Okay. But remember: German always.

- Right-o.
- All right?

One, two, three, four, five.

Roger?

No, it's me.

How do you like the old escape suit?

Fine, fine.

Colin...

how do you like mine?

It looks splendid.

Danny, where are you going?
You'll get yourself shot.

- What's the matter with you?
- I'm going out through that fence.

Danny, we're getting out
through the tunnel. We're almost clear.

Please, Willie, let me alone.

I can't go in that tunnel anymore.

So I'm going out through the wire.

Danny, think.

We're getting out,
but not through the wire.

We're getting out through the tunnel.
It's finished.

- I go out now.
- No.

Danny, you go through that wire,
and you'll get killed.

Don't do that.

Willie...

since I was a boy,

I hated and feared little rooms,

closets, caves.

Danny, you've dug 17 tunnels.
Over 17 tunnels.

Because I must get out.

I hide the fear, and I dig.

But tomorrow night,
in the tunnel with all those men,

I'm afraid maybe this time
I will lose my head

and ruin the escape for everybody.

So I go now.

Danny, I'll see you through the tunnel.

I'll look after you.
I'll stick with you all the way.

All right.

- Good evening.
- Hello, Roger.

Well, how do you think we look?

It's as bad as all that?

Colin, I ‒ I want first of all to say
that without you,

we would not have been ready.

Oh, that's all right. I had lots of help.
Lots of very good help.

What's the matter, Roger?

You can't go.

- What do you mean?
- I can't allow it.

Why?

Because you can't see your hand
in front of your face.

You'd be caught before you got ten yards.

That's ridiculous.

That's ridiculous.

Never heard anything so absurd in my life.
I can see perfectly.

I can see perfectly!

I can see... that pin down there.

- Does that satisfy you?
- What pin? Where?

Colin, do you, uh,
see the foot of the door?

Yes, of course.

Put the pin down there, will you?

All right.

All right. Come on.

Come on, sit down.

Sit down. It was a good try.

I hate these last-minute letdowns,
but I've only just been told.

- It's too risky for you.
- Don't you think that's Colin's decision?

- No, I don't.
- Come on, Roger.

We all know the score here.

Well, at least most of us do.

Your idea of this escape
is to start another front,

to foul up the Germans behind the lines.

All right, that's fine, that's fine.

But once we get past that barbed wire,
once we have them looking

all over Germany for us,

that mission is accomplished.

Afterwards, we have some ideas of our own.

You mean getting home?

- Back to your family and children?
- That's right.

Good God, man. Do you really believe
I haven't thought about that too?

I'm sure you have.

I know Colin has.

And, Roger, I have too.
We think we can make it all the way.

Not Colin.

He'd be an appalling hazard to the escape.
That must be my decision.

You want to talk about hazard,
let's talk about you.

You're the biggest hazard we have.
The Gestapo has you marked.

No one has said you can't go.

That's true.

And I have thought about the Gestapo.

But if you're asking me how far
a commanding officer is allowed to go,

or dare go...

or should be permitted to play God...

I can't answer you.

But I can tell you,

a blind man is an unnecessary hazard
not only to himself but the whole plan

and must therefore be eliminated
from the operation.

Colin's not a blind man
as long as he's with me,

and he's going with me.

It's all right with you, Colin?

Oh, yes. Quite.

Very well.

I'll arrange for your escape numbers
to be altered accordingly.

Good night, gentlemen.

Actually...

he's quite right.

He's completely right.

I really shouldn't go at all.

My eyes have been getting
worse and worse lately.

I think they call it progressive myopia.

I can see things up here, close to.
I can see to work.

But, uh...

you're just a blur.

I know.

Oh, hell. We'll make it in great shape.

Colin, do you have any tea?

- Yes, of course.
- Then let's have some.

Splendid.

Aus.

Hi, Hilts.

Hey, Mac.

When?

Tonight.
We thought they'd never let you out.

Me too. Let's get at it.

- Bartlett's waiting for you.
- I'll be there.

What time?

Only eight minutes now, Danny.

You okay?

Cavendish.

Griff, down there. Goff, there.

Smith, Foles, third on the right.

Blythe, Hendley, third on the left.

There are the lights.

Right on the tick, Danny.

Look down the tunnel, Danny.

It's lovely.

It's just like Blackpool
at the height of the season.

You ever been to Blackpool, Danny?

Yes.

No.

I don't know.

It's time, Roger.

Bartlett, MacDonald, Ashley-Pitt.

It's all clear, sir.

We're all set, Roger.

Roger.

Good luck.

They're coming down the shaft now, Danny.

And then they'll be coming
right up the tunnel.

Willie...

I can't wait till it's over.
I must get out.

Danny! Danny! Danny!

Danny!

What is it, Danny? What's the matter?

- I must ‒
- Danny! Come here!

Roger? Roger, Danny and I'll go later.
We'll take another place.

Danny, tell me what this is,
and tell me quickly!

This tunnel is mine as much as anybody.
I dug it. I built it.

I was buried many times. I go when I want.

Let me out. Let me out.

Take him out, Willie.

- Roger ‒
- Take him out.

Danny? What is it?

Danny, what's going on?

It's all right, Sedgwick. It's all right.
We're going later.

Danny ‒ Danny, it's all right.
It's all right.

We can take another place in the line.
It's all right.

All right, Colin. Down you go.

Sit down. Feel the top rung of the ladder
with your right foot.

Got it? Huh?

Down you go.

Danny cut out, huh?

Willie took him up top. Hilts, I, uh...

- Remember, keep your head down.
- Right.

Right.

Psst! Bartlett!

Oh!

All right?

Hold on to yourself, Bartlett.
You're 20 feet short.

- What do you mean, 20 feet short?
- You're 20 feet short of the woods.

The hole is in right here in the open.
The guard is between us and the lights.

How could that happen? The survey ‒

What the hell difference does it make?
It's happened.

- Roger ‒
- Damn it, Mac! I'm trying to think!

We could postpone it
till we dig to the trees.

All the documents are dated today.
It's now or never.

One chance.

When the guard goes to the far end,
you might be able to move your men out.

I think I can make it to the woods,
set up a signal when you're clear.

- What about the goon towers?
- A chance you're gonna have to take.

But they're gonna be watching
the compound, not the woods.

Mac, pass the word.
Send down 30 feet of rope.

Send down 30 feet of rope!

Send down 30 feet of rope.

Send down 30 feet of rope!

- What?
- Thirty feet of rope!

- What do they want that for?
- How should I know? Get the rope.

How's it going, Tommy? Have you heard?

Some kind of foul-up, I think, sir.

- Haven't they moved into the tunnel yet?
- I don't think so, sir.

He's over there.

Right. You go first, Eric.

- I'm staying here till we get moving.
- Right.

- See you in Piccadilly.
- Scott's Bar.

Right.

Thank you. Good luck.

Right.

We're moving.

Danny, they're moving through
the tunnel now. They're getting out.

Danny, when Warsaw fell,

you escaped and came to England
because you're a flyer.

You came because you wanted to fly
with us and fight the Germans.

We can get out now.
We can get back to England.

Danny,
if you don't go through that tunnel,

everything you've done
will have been for nothing.

Nothing!

- Blythe's behind, Mac.
- Right.

In here, Colin. Come on.

Sit down.

You're up, Sedgwick. I'll take over.

- What have you got in here? A piano?
- That's very funny, mate.

Sedgwick,
you won't get this thing through.

I'll cope.

Was that Sedgwick with his steamer trunk?

- Who else?
- I wish he was home with his kangaroos.

- We're 20 feet short.
- How the hell ‒

We're 20 feet short. Hilts is on
the other end of that rope in the woods.

As soon as you feel a couple of tugs,
off you go,

- but keep Colin low on the way across.
- Right.

- Good luck, Colin.
- Thanks, Mac.

What's that?

- It's an air raid.
- Oh, God, no!

The goons'll pull the switches,
and we'll lose the lights in the tunnel.

Come on, Colin. We can get out
when the lights go down.

Willie.

Willie!

It's an air raid.
Searchlights are out. Come on!

Get 'em out.

- It's gonna give!
- Danny.

- It's gonna cave!
- Danny. Danny, it's all right.

Danny, there's the lights.

Light the fat lamps down there!

There's been an air raid,
and they've cut the lights, Danny.

Danny, the tunnel, it's all right.
Listen to me!

Danny, look. Here.

Come on, fellas. Move! Move!
We can get dozens out in this darkness.

What the hell's going on?

You go.

No, Danny ‒ Danny ‒

Go.

- What is this, Willie?
- I brought Danny there.

- Is he stuck in there?
- No, he's all right.

Get him out fast.

Psst! Come on!

Come on, Danny, move.

Up you go.

Give me your bag.

We're on the rope!

You and I had better get out, or we won't
have a chance of any of the trains.

It's moving. We'll just have to pass
the instructions from man to man.

- Right.
- I'll be right behind you.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

- Hey!
- Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Get off! We're coming back!

Oh, boy. There's a hell of a lot
of shooting going on up there.

Think they've been shooting them
as they came out?

No, couldn't be.
We would've heard the shots before.

Pull!

- Wait for me.
- Away!

Out.

Out.

- How many did he say?
- Seventy-six.

Seventy-six.

- Seventy-six.
- Seventy-six.

Dismissed.

A-ten hut!

Half the guys who missed their trains
are piled up in this station.

Ashley-Pitt, Roger, MacDonald, Nimmo.

Makes quite a group.

What do we do?

Wait for the train.

Danke schön.

Tally-ho.

- Merci.
- Merci bien.

Tally-ho.

- Danke.
- Danke.

Are the police on the train?

Yes. The Gestapo are with them.
We're gonna jump.

All right.

I'll tell you when.

I'd prefer you just to give me
a good, firm push.

- Are you all right?
- Yes. I'm fine.

That was quite exciting.

It isn't stopping.

No, we're all right.

Switzerland.

Hey!

Hey! Halt! Halt!

Bartlett.

Where were you going, Cavendish?

I, uh ‒ I hadn't quite decided.

What information were you to collect
on the way?

None.

What sabotage directions did you receive?

What have you done with your papers?

- Papers?
- Forged papers and identity cards.

Don't be so stupid.
What did you do with them?

All I did was to escape
from a prison camp.

You'd do the same
if you'd been locked up for three years.

I wanted to get home.

I don't think you'll ever see
your wife and children again.

You've obviously got the wrong man.
I'm not even married.

You're wearing civilian clothes.

You're a spy. Spies are being shot.

This is my uniform.
I had to recut it when I lost weight.

I dyed it with some boot polish
to cover some oil smears

I picked up when I was shot down.

And you lost your insignia over the years?

That's right.

- Look ‒
- That's all, Cavendish.

Hello, boys.

Hello, David.

- Hello, Haynes.
- Hello, Cavendish.

I wish I could say I was happy
to see you again.

Just picked up?

Yes, this morning.

There's a trainer out there I can fly.

- Any sentries?
- Yeah, it's gonna be a problem.

Colin...

when I say go, crank this clockwise.

When the engine catches, don't move,
or you'll get a mouthful of propeller.

Go.

Next stop, Switzerland!

The Alps.

Splendid.

Over this range, then 20 more minutes
and we've got it made.

What is it? Petrol?

I don't know. Fuel pump, carburetor.
We're losing power.

Go that way! I'll follow!

Hendley?

Colin?

Stop! Don't shoot! Please, don't ‒

Colin?

I'm sorry I fouled things up.

That's all right.

Thank you for...

getting me... out.

Café Suzette.

Oui.

- Bon appétit, monsieur.
- Merci.

Uh, monsieur? Uh, telephone pour vous.

- Telephone pour moi?
- Oui, monsieur. Telephone.

Merci.

Hello?

Hello?

Résistance.

Résistance?

Uh, you are English?

Uh, I'm Australian.

You can speak English. I understand.

Bloody good.

I'm a British officer. I've just escaped
from a prisoner-of-war camp in Germany.

I'm trying to make my way into Spain now.
You understand me?

- Oui.
- Can you help me, now?

Huh?

- I know someone who can.
- Bloody good.

Jawohl.

- Au revoir, monsieur.
- Au revoir.

Au revoir. Good luck.

Thank you.

Halt! Halt!

You are English.

Herr Bartlett?

Your German is good.

And I hear also your French.

Your arms... up!

Ah!

Herr Bartlett.

And Herr MacDonald.

Oh, we are together again.

You are going to wish
you had never put us to so much trouble.

What's troubling you, Roger?

I'm just a little surprised.

I expected either a long stay
or a very short trip.

Yes.

I have to admit, I ‒
I'm a little worried, though.

I hope to God I haven't blotted
70-odd ledgers.

Och, no, no.

We're all over 21,
footloose and fancy-free.

We'd never have got as far as we did
without you, Roger.

For what it's worth,
I think you did a damn good job.

- I think we all do.
- Yes.

All right. You can get out now.
Stretch your legs for five minutes.

It will take hours
before you reach the camp.

You know, Mac, all this ‒

the organization, tunneling,
Tom and Harry ‒

kept me alive.

And even though we...

I've never been happier.

You know, Mac ‒

Eleven of your men
are being returned today.

Oh? Who?

I do not have that information.

I ‒

I am directed by a higher authority
to inform you that ‒

that 50 of your officers
were shot while escaping.

Shot?

Their ‒
Their personal effects will be returned.

How many of them were wounded?

Here are the names... of the dead.

How many of the 50 were wounded?

None.

The ‒ The higher authority

only directs me to inform you that ‒

that 50 men were...

I see.

Addison, John.

Alladale, Peter.

Bancroft, Edward.

Bartlett, Roger.

Cavendish, Dennis.

Eldridge, David.

Felton, William.

Fanshaw, Arthur.

- Au revoir.
- Merci beaucoup, monsieur.

- Au revoir.
- Au revoir.

Bonne chance.

I am your guide, señor.

To Spain?

España.

- Glad to see you're all safe.
- Thank you, sir.

- How many have been brought back, sir?
- You're the first.

- Do you know how many got away, sir?
- Not yet.

What happened to Blythe?

He didn't make it, sir.

Roger was right about that.

I'm afraid Roger didn't make it either.

I've just posted the list. They shot 50.

The Gestapo murdered them.

Fifty?

MacDonald, Ashley-Pitt?

- Yes.
- Danny and Willie?

No, they're not on the list.

- Haynes?
- Yes.

I'm sorry.

Roger's idea was to get back at
the enemy the hardest way he could.

Mess up the works.

From what we've heard here,
I think he did exactly that.

Do you think it was worth the price?

That depends on your point of view,
Hendley.

Yes, sir.

Achtung!

Achtung!

He is not to be saluted.
He's no longer in command.

The job just didn't work out, huh?

You were lucky, Hilts.

Lucky? It won't be because I didn't...

- How many?
- Fifty.

It looks, after all,

as if you will see Berlin before I do.

Sir.

Hey, Hilts!