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Trouble?

Don't ask. We on?

Listen.

Follow her lead, and you'll be fine.

Okay.

Let's get to it.

Here we go. Call it in, lad.

Yes, Sir.

It's Sarge, Waters, or Sergeant, not Sir.

Oh, I'm sorry, Sir.

Whiskey, seven, delta. Whiskey, seven, delta.

Rat's in the trap. I repeat: rat is in the trap.

She be all right?

She'll do. Is Norman set up?

Not quite, Sergeant.

I was thinking maybe over there,

but I thought I'd check in with you.

Do I look like your mom, Carter?

No, Sir.

Well, get that gun up there right away.

Yes, Sarge. Norms.

Come on, then, Marlena, we've got a job to do.

"Marlena"? Sometimes you scare me, Norman.

It's a Germanic name, Sarge.

Just trying to make our guests feel at home.

Fucking hell.

Sarge.

How's that?

You'll never learn, will you, Reg.

- Heh. - Don't understand, Sarge.

Ha, I just don't know how he does it.

Best not to ask, son. Our Leach moves in nefarious ways.

Oi. What's that mean?

Ah, the Jerries have come to call, lads.

Stir your stumps.

Where's Harris?

- That way.

Fuck sake, Fred, put it away.

Sorry, Sarge. When you got to go and all that.

Oh, can ya at least try and hold it in

for the next 20 minutes, all right?

Don't worry, Sarge. We got this.

Best of the best and all that.

Yep, just try not to die, yeah?

Mm.

This is gonna be tight.

Mason, you're late.

Sorry, Sir, had a little trouble with our French comrades.

Target will be with us in less than a minute.

Will they do, Mason?

Sir?

This ramshackle lot.

I mean, are they really the best you could find?

Work with what you've got, Sir.

Not the command I'd hoped for, not at all.

Sir, the target.

Ah, yes, of course, have Waters call it in.

I've already taken the liberty, Sir.

Of course, you did.

And Sir, may I suggest

that when this kicks off it might be best

if you just stay back, just in case.

Just in case of what?

So that you can direct the battle, marshal the men,

if you get my meaning, Sir.

Thank you, Sergeant Mason.

Yes, I believe I do get your meaning.

May I remind you that this is my operation?

The plan is good and will go like clockwork,

assuming that you and your men follow your orders.

Now, do you get my meaning, Sergeant?

Yes, Sir, don't worry about the lads. They know the job.

Good. See that they stick to it.

Don't let me keep you, Sergeant Mason.

Sir.

Ah.

Gotta be something pretty special.

Secret weapon. Black bag job, maybe?

Nah, mate, I got a look at the Henry's map last night.

There's a German garrison less than 15 miles down the road.

So?

I reckon the brass wants to hit 'em where it hurts.

When was the last time you saw a wage packet?

Jerry's been getting paid on the regular, though, I'll bet.

They're efficient, that lot.

Wages truck.

Reg, mate, I think we've earned ourselves a bonus.

Oh, bloody hell.

You all right there, Sir?

Quite alright, thank you, Sergeant.

Incoming.

Why isn't she firing?

Take the bloody shot.

She will when she's ready, Sir.

Argh.

Down, boy.

What're we waiting for?

She's just making safe, Sir.

They're down. What more do you need?

Just give her a minute, Sir. She knows what she's doing.

I've had quite enough of this.

Can't sit around all day waiting on bloody women.

Come on, gentlemen.

- Sir. - We have a prize to secure.

Reg, now's our chance.

What?

Payday.

Leach. Leach, no.

Harris, Norman, uh, don't bloody move.

If anyone comes round that corner, hose 'em.

- Sarge. - Sarge.

He's toast.

Aye, this one, too.

She's some yoke, ain't she?

Right, jump up.

Grab whatever you can. Stuff your pockets.

I'll hold up the brass.

Righto, boss.

Oh, fuck.

Reg, no.

Ambush.

Sneaky bastards.

Argh. Urgh.

Argh.

Uh, urgh. Argh.

Cover us!

Argh.

- Argh. - Leach.

Argh.

Fucking dozens of 'em.

What do we do?

Get him out of here.

Fucking have this.

Argh.

Ton fusil!

Argh.

Come on, then, let's go.

Argh.

Urgh.

Lost your nerve, Sergeant?

We have a job to do.

Come on, lads, follow me.

Argh.

Argh.

Coming through.

Gah. Urgh.

- Go, go, go. - Urgh.

Come on.

Go, go, go, go,

go. - Move.

- Go. - Move.

On me.

Move.

Go, go, go, go,

go. - Move.

- Go. - Move.

On me.

Go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go.

Come on. Come on.

Norman.

Sarge.

Get rid of him.

Urgh, argh. Argh.

Urgh, come on.

Argh.

Incoming.

Covering fire!

Argh.

Let's go.

Gah. Gah.

Go.

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

Argh. Uh, argh, urgh.

Argh.

Go.

Move.

Move back.

Urgh, argh.

Go, go, go.

Over here.

Argh, aw, oh,

ah, cheers, big man, urgh, aw.

How you doing, lad?

Oh, I reckon I'm a goner, Sarge.

Let's have a look. Hmm.

How fucked am I, Harry?

On a scale of one to 10.

Aye, sure, why not?

I say somewhere between Jessie-

Ah?

And big girl's blouse.

Gah, big red balls!

Sorry to report the patient's gonna make it, Sarge.

Really? Damn.

What about the lieutenant?

Do you feel like going back for him? Hmm?

No, Sarge.

They bloody knew we was coming.

Eh, eh, leave it, Harris.

It wasn't my people.

Well, it wasn't bloody ours.

Well, either way, we're in trouble.

Urgh.

Radios went down with Waters.

We got no coms. We're on our own.

Can you help us?

Maybe, but uh, I'll need time, something you don't have.

Look, we're going anywhere fast, are we?

Okay, I'll send word.

Ah.

Dig in. Hold them off as long as you can.

Look, we can't hold 'em here. It's too open.

There's no space anywhere. They'd be all over us.

I think I know a place.

No.

Head north, past the old church.

Watch our back.

Okay.

Okay, let's move.

Carter with me.

Oh.

Come on, boy.

Urgh, come on.

Argh. Argh.

Come on.

Bruise and all.

Shit.

Urgh.

Come on, lads.

Watch it. Watch it.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

- Argh. - Let's go. Let's go.

- Argh. - Come on.

Come on.

We're gonna have a brew there.

Think of that brew, huh?

You think of that brew boys. Come on.

Something ain't right.

Like what?

Those two. Doing all the scouting for us?

Yeah, they're our guides. Remember, Fred?

Maybe. I heard the resistance cut the hair off traitors.

What? You reckon she's a collaborator?

Come on, mate, let's go.

I'm just saying.

It ain't normal.

A little bit further and you can smell that brew.

Oh, I'm okay, man.

- Let's take a break, lads.

Argh.

Ah.

- Argh. - Put your head against this.

Ah.

- You all right? - Ah.

Here. We got you, lad.

We'll get that cup of tea for ya, yeah?

Ha.

She's coming back in, Sarge.

Oh yeah?

I know. I know.

They're catching up. How far?

- Uh- - Huh?

For us to get there, about two hours with him.

For them to catch us, about 30 minutes.

You know what we have to do.

Sarge, we can't leave him.

Look, Fred, gimme a minute, yeah.

Just gimme a minute.

Leach, you still got that paint

you half-inched of Jonesie?

I didn't nick nothing, Sarge. That was fair and square.

No, have you still got it?

Norm's got it.

Norm.

Sarge.

I'm gonna need you and that paint, lad,

and someone find me some nails.

How's Norman know German?

His mom works down the docks.

His mother's in the import-export business.

Ain't that right, lad? Huh?

That's right, Sarge.

She welcomes 'em in and waves 'em right back out again.

All right, let's move out.

Quick as ya like, lads.

If this works, it won't work for very long.

There. Look.

Really?

That's your idea?

Not exactly secret, is it?

Aye, catch yourself on.

First bloody place the Jerries'll look.

Easy, lads.

What d'you think, Sarge?

Maybe she's right.

Hide in plain sight.

It's a bit of a bloody gamble.

It's what you're best at, eh?

Got a better idea? Hmm?

Let's go.

Come on, hop along.

Know this place?

The farmer was my cousin.

He was one of us once.

So he'll help us?

The SS caught him,

shot him in front of his family to make an example,

and they slit his throat,

tied him to a farm post, and used him as target practice.

Nobody lives here now.

Hmm, she's cheerful.

Let it rest.

Hmm, shouldn't we say something?

Like what?

Dunno, s-something,

just anything, just, uh-

She'll be fine.

Yeah, I know, but...

But?

I don't know if you've noticed, Carter,

but there's a war going on.

People do horrible shit to each other.

Right now, we got a messed-up girl

that's got a passion for fucking up Germans,

and that's exactly what we need.

We could do with a few more like her.

We're gonna get outta this.

Come on.

Ya see, the thing ya have to understand

about the sergeant, Carter,

he's struggling with a heavy burden.

Really?

Oh yeah.

You wouldn't know it to just look at him,

but our Sergeant Mason is carrying a deep dark secret.

Tell me.

Not sure now's the time.

Aw, no, no, no, no, no, no, nah, come on,

you can't say something like that and leave me hanging.

Hmm, yeah, alright.

You have to swear not to tell no one, right?

Uh, uh, course. Listen, on my honor.

Ya see, the thing about the sarge.

Yeah.

He's a miserable twat.

Come on, we better get shifting.

Don't want to be left behind.

Come on, dickhead, keep up, he-he-he. Argh.

Clear.

Urgh.

Argh.

- Urgh. - Argh.

Ha, thanks, mate.

You'd do the same.

Not a chance.

- Heh. - Ha. Ah.

Looks good.

Safe enough.

Psst, Sarge.

Thought you said this place was deserted.

It was.

Sarge.

Smoke.

Turn around, and put your fucking hands up.

What's he saying?

- Drop it. - Drop it. Drop it.

Drop it. Drop it.

Who is he?

Ah, you're English.

And you're not French.

You observe well, mademoiselle. I am Belgian.

Frenchy.

Stand down, boys.

What you doing here?

I could ask the same of you.

Today has not been a good day for you, I think.

You could say that.

I have coffee.

Put down your weapons.

I'm thinking you need a drink.

Milk and sugar?

There is no hope for the English.

Sorry, mate. No hard feelings.

What you doing, Leach?

Heh, heh, hey.

Argh, what d'ya think?

Pretty neat.

You'll be doing a palais glide in no time.

Aye, chance'd be a fine thing.

Oh, been a few years since me and Reg cut a rug

at the Hammersmith Palais.

Now, he, he was a proper ladies' man.

Yeah, did pretty well for a short-arse.

Aye, aye, he said that was his secret weapon.

Said they couldn't see him coming.

Aye, guess his luck ran out.

Yeah.

Poor bastard.

Tch, aye.

Still, ha, think this'll do the trick.

I think I could give you a run for your money, old man.

Ah, I'll let ya have that one, mate.

You know I haven't run anywhere since at least, ooh, 1935.

Come on, then, let's go for a dander.

Let's.

Argh.

Easy.

Mm-hmm. Argh.

Sarge. Argh.

So what you doing here?

This farm belonged to the nephew of my friend.

He, uh, used the kiln for the local village.

He make, uh, pots, bowls,

everything but uh, no more.

No, I heard.

So you're a potter.

Uh, in some ways.

I understand enough.

These days, there's many buildings needs repair,

and materials are hard to find,

so I make the bricks.

You know, the smoke gives you away.

I had not thought of that,

but no one comes here now.

Until now.

Well, ha ha, yes. Ah.

Listen,

we're gonna have to take your truck.

I cannot permit that.

It wasn't a request.

That truck is very important to me.

The war has taken much from my people.

Without that, there is no shelter.

You do understand I could just take it.

Yes, Sergeant, you could.

But.

But I am thinking you are not that kind of soldier.

I'm right?

Huh,

keep it.

I'd probably just crash the bloody thing anyway.

Still haven't got used to being

on the wrong side of the road and all that,

but it does mean we'll be with yer for a while longer

till I figure something out.

Captain Mason.

Sergeant.

Sergeant Mason, we are not unsympathetic to your cause.

Actually, we are very happy for help

from all our allies, but-

But ya want us out of here.

It would be for the best.

It's just that-

The area's crawling with Germans,

and they don't take kindly to locals helping out the enemy.

I get it, yep.

Believe me, I wanna be out of here, too,

but I'm pretty low on options right now.

My guide has a contact in Nabille.

She'll be with us shortly.

We'd be out of your hair by morning.

Nabille is a difficult journey when there is no war.

Why would she go there now?

You trust her?

What other options do I have, eh?

Let me see your map.

Here is Nabille. See?

Of course.

When were you last there?

Uh, a week ago maybe.

Ah, we went through two days ago when we come here.

There is checkpoints here and here

and patrols everywhere.

She's the local.

He clearly knows more than me.

I do not think you should go to Nabille.

So what do we do, then?

Here in the North is a railway.

Uh, the Germans use it for supplies.

Follow here, and you may arrive at the river.

Mm-hmm.

- And then, what? - We find a boat.

Mm-hmm.

You can be out of the danger in 36 hours.

Or dead in three

if they catch us crossing the railway line.

Uh.

You really want rid of us, don't you? Hmm?

You want me to lie?

What do you think?

What about him?

What do you reckon, Harris?

Don't worry. He'll do.

Okay.

Much obliged for your hospitality.

Hope it doesn't end you up in trouble.

Good luck, Sergeant.

I hope the journey is over soon.

Ready?

Yes, Sarge.

Hold on. Where's Harris?

Heh, guess.

Harris, get over here.

Gimme a second, man.

Can't it wait?

When you get to my age, you'll understand.

Oh, shithouse.

Stand tall.

Leg it.

Never been one for running.

Covering fire.

Urgh.

Argh.

Urgh.

Harry.

Fred. Fred, Fred.

Fred. Fuck.

You bastards.

Argh.

Leach! Leave it!

Argh.

Come on boy! Come on boy!

We need to run.

No chance. Leach ain't gonna run anywhere.

There's open fields all around.

They'll cut us down before we get to cover.

Then we go for the truck.

Fucking do it. Go.

Come on.

Do it.

- Aw, shit. - There.

Argh, fuck you.

Right, if you keep their heads down,

I'll start her up, back up to the barn, okay?

- Okay. - Okay?

Be quick.

Argh.

Shit.

Empty.

Go. Go.

Now, Annette. Now.

Godspeed, mate.

Uh.

Fuck.

Uh.

Looks good.

Should soak up some of the damage

but won't hold them forever.

Ammo?

Just over 300 rounds, enough to ruin their day.

Good work.

Sarge. Aw.

Trouble?

Tank's dry.

Why is nothing ever bloody easy?

What now?

Do what we do best,

being a pain in the arse for the Krauts.

Oh, what's the plan.

Smokes and frags, half a dozen of each.

Ooh, that's not a lot.

Mason.

We have a problem.

What's up?

They appear to be inviting their friends.

Not exactly ideal.

Hold on.

Thought we'd have more time

before they got the word out.

No use crying over spilled milk.

I do not understand.

Uh, it's an English thing.

Here they come.

Argh.

Carter.

With me.

Covering fire.

Go.

Urgh.

Argh.

Ooh, lovely.

Down. Fuck.

Light a match, Cart.

Ready?

Gah.

Move.

Lergh, largh.

Argh.

Ah.

You thinking of taking a break, Sarge?

Well, I could do with one, even if they don't.

What's that old buzzard up to?

Ah, well, full marks to the old boy, uh,

but I'm hoping he'll give us a lift.

Missus doesn't like me staying out too late.

- Argh. Urgh.

Bloody hell.

Uh, you got a girl waiting for ya, Carter?

What, Sarge? Oh, nah, nah.

No, not me, Sarge.

Heh, well, it's probably best all things considered, huh?

Ah, now, what about that lift?

Horses. What about the horses?

Well, that'd solve the Leach problem, yeah.

You up for it?

Yeah, yeah, smoke again?

Ah, it worked last time. Come on.

Why aren't they just blowing the hell out of us?

How's your bowling arm, Leach?

Ah, I'll manage, Sarge.

And move.

Uh, argh, argh. Argh.

Wait for it. Wait for it

Follow me, Leach.

One, two, Carter, go. Ready?

Ready.

Now.

Keep him covered.

Ah, thank you.

Be ready to move.

The Jerries'll be on us as soon as they see the horses.

What's the plan, boss?

Grab your gear and hop around the back of the barn.

The second Carter brings the horses, get on one, and go.

Do not wait for us.

You have ridden before, right?

Aye, wee bairn Sarge.

And I don't mean on Blackpool Beach.

Okay, stay low, and hold the fuck on.

Yes, Sarge.

Where is he?

He's taking his time.

He'll make it.

There.

Shit.

Oi, Frenchy, hang on.

Well, can't say I blame him.

You fucking coward.

Oh, merde!

Where are you, Carter?

I see him.

Margh.

Shit.

Gnargh.

- No. - Uargh.

Urgh.

- Urgh. - Gargh.

Urgh. Urgh.

- Hmph. - Argh.

Ines. No.

Urgh.

Huh-dah.

Argh.

Oh no, no, no.

No, no, animals.

Nargh.

Argh.

Gah.

- Ah. - Ah.

Carter.

Okay, come on, come on, it's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay. You're okay.

You all right?

Uh, yeah.

That was a bit hairy.

They could've easily overrun us by now.

It doesn't make sense.

What happened in the stables?

Sorry, Sarge.

I guess the Frenchies had somewhere better to be.

We had a bit of a discussion about it.

Well, it's good to have you bad, Son.

Certainly timely.

Thank you, Sarge. Thank you.

How we doing?

Badly.

If they keep this up,

I'll be out of ammo by nightfall,

and my Marlena, she's a hungry lady.

Damn.

Yep.

I'm sorry. She was a tough one.

Prison camp'll do that to you.

She was a prisoner?

Yeah.

Germans tortured her for weeks,

took her hair.

But he still didn't break.

I'm sorry, too, about Harris.

We will get out of here.

Just give the sarge a bit of time.

He'll come up with something.

I think we just ran out of time.

Sarge.

Mortar. Shit.

That's fucked it.

What do we do, Sarge?

Well, if we're really quick off the mark.

We could have time for a couple of hands.

They're well-positioned, and we're outta smoke.

There's no way we're running through there

without running straight into crossfire.

So?

So we get blown to shit,

or this old shed falls down on us.

Either way, we're fucked.

I don't think I could put it any more eloquently.

We are most royally fucked.

Here we go.

Hang on.

What're they up to?

I've absolutely no idea.

Carter, tell your girlfriend I need her to go for a nose.

Argh.

Gah.

Argh. - Argh.

Hmph. - Urgh.

Know how to use that thing?

She was teaching me.

What're they up to?

Arguing.

Oh, that's not good.

New guy's a general.

Yeah, he's SS.

Mm-hmm.

Okay?

You know what they did to your cousin.

Won't let them get anywhere near you. Don't worry.

You have no say in this.

This is between me and them.

I could kill him now if I wished.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no.

You can't do that.

I do wish to,

but he must be the reason

why they're not using the mortar yet,

so I won't kill him yet.

I'll tell Mason about our new friend.

Urgh, urgh, huh.

Urgh, ha.

Urgh.

Uh, huh, heh.

Okay.

They coulda rolled right through us by now.

I mean, not that I'm ungrateful, but what's he up to, Sarge?

Oh, I'm not about to stay around to find out.

Ooh.

Ladies and gents.

Don't say a fucking word.

We have ourselves our very armoured car.

Nice one, Norman,

but I still think it needs something.

Ah.

Right, everyone, this is our way out.

Grab your gear. Get ready.

Mason.

Oh, bloody hell, what now? Carter.

Look.

Parlay. Really?

I reckon they've heard

of our devastating military supremacy, Sarge.

It's that or your cologne, Son.

What do we do?

Well, I guess we better talk to them, right?

Let's see what he wants.

Are you sure?

Not one bit.

General Horseler, the 2nd Panzer Division.

SS? No need to salute, General.

I'm nobody important.

Mason, William Dennis, Sergeant.

Are you in charge?

Since your lot promoted me, yeah.

Gah, oh, uh, got ya.

That's better. Ah.

That's been giving me jip for fucking ages.

Alright, General, what's up?

You are surrounded.

Half your platoon is dead,

and I assume you're running low on ammunition.

So you want us to surrender.

It would seem sensible, yes.

I'm sure you have as little desire to be here as I do.

You're not wrong there.

Trouble is

I've got even less desire to spend the next couple of years

freezing my tits off in a prison camp somewhere in Poland.

So you refuse.

Surprised?

No, I've met your kind before,

and I must concur:

Poland is a terrible place.

So.

So if you permit it,

I would like to collect our fallen.

And then, I'm afraid we must proceed.

All right, fair enough. Help yourselves.

I'll give you an hour.

My thanks.

Right, we got an hour.

Grab your stuff. We're off.

Uh, oi, what about the truce?

That's only for officers, I'm afraid, lad.

Unless you wanna wait around ready for them to kill us,

this might be our only chance.

This is pretty simple.

On my mark, run like hell.

Do us proud, Marlena.

Oh, she'll do ya proud all right.

Fighting fire, lad. Hmm?

Aye.

Yeah?

Ready.

Hmm?

Now let's get the fuck out of here.

Now.

Get down.

Sniper.

Argh.

Take cover. Get the fuck back.

Go.

Uargh, uargh.

Rargh, get the fuck off me.

Get off me, ruargh, argh.

Gah, oh, you shoulda let me kill him.

That's twice now. Twice.

You're gonna get us all fucking killed.

Carter, listen, look, I'm-

Gah. - Sarge.

- Get down. - Argh. Fuck.

Sarge, okay, it's okay.

Argh.

The lights.

All right.

Oh, my time to play nurse, he says.

Urgh, ha, Christ, not you. Leave me to die.

I can't see anything.

No, he's still there.

Fuck, we shoulda known.

No, we had to do something.

Nah, I still don't understand

why they haven't just come for us, huh?

You'd expect 'em to come at night.

That general, something's stopping him.

You keep an eye out this side.

I'll keep an eye out the front.

Okay.

Carter.

Uh.

Cover me.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Annette.

Uh.

Uh, uh. Um, uh.

Uh, urgh.

Urgh.

Tuh. Huh.

Annette.

Huh, huh, uh, clear.

- Who? - Uh, dunno.

You all right?

Yeah.

Well, maybe you should go check on the others.

Alright, look, listen, I can take it from here.

No, stop making a fuss.

He's dead. I'm not, okay?

Right. Right, sorry.

Uh, this is some kinda, some kinda workshop.

Yeah.

Oh, damn.

What?

Gold.

Wow, that's a lot.

This, this is still hot.

Oh.

Okay.

Guess we know what Monsieur Julien was up to.

Yep.

Sounded fun.

Was a little hairy.

Ha, lemme guess.

Yous two have found us a magical tunnel

that'll whisk us back to old Blighty.

In a manner of speaking.

Huh?

Frenchy's left you a present.

Is this...

Fucking hell, d'yous know how much this is worth?

Not as much as the other three dozen down there.

What?

Reckon you'll have a bit of trouble

spending that around here, lad.

Oh, there's nothing yous can say right now

that's gonna ruin the moment, Sarge.

Anything else worthwhile?

Yes, Sarge. I think Julien was running some kinda racket.

So that's what the old buzzard was up to.

- Shit. - Shit. Carter.

Here they come, Sarge.

If that's the way they wanna start the morning, huh,

let's give 'em what they want.

Carter, Frenchy, do the honors.

Morning, gents.

Argh, argh.

Argh, ah, looks like the general's made his mind up.

Think we should surrender now?

Do you wanna?

No, Sir.

What about you two?

Fuck that shit.

Aye, what she said.

I've suddenly had my world of possibilities expanded, Sarge,

and I'm not giving that up for some wee dolt

in a snazzy outfit.

Ah, so long as you're sure.

Pretty banged up. We're nearly out of ammo.

Well, we got a warehouse full of the stuff.

The finest British tradition, lad,

cobbling stuff together and hoping it works.

Fuck, what you saying, dickheads?

Argh.

Gah.

- Hmph. Gah.

Argh.

Whoo.

Hoo-ha.

Carter.

Urgh, argh, hmm.

Argh.

Huh.

Thank you.

Ya with us?

Aye.

I was thinking maybe we could take a break,

halftime, change ends.

You alright.

Pfft, I'm upright.

Frankly, I don't know how we've gotten this far.

I'm impressed.

Being out of ammo's a bitch, though.

The Germans have plenty.

Go and see what you can find.

Uh, oh, urgh.

Urgh.

Argh.

Gah. Uh.

Gah, heh. Urgh.

- Well? - Uh, look this.

Look at this.

This was on Julien?

It was.

What is that?

Jesus Christ.

Ooh, well, this just got a bit more complicated.

- Shit. - Urgh.

Oh no.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Annette.

She hurt?

I don't know.

Shit.

Why didn't she say?

Leach, what you got left?

Uh, I can sterilize it with this.

Do it. Do it now.

Quick, Leach.

Stop getting so bloody keen, ya bunch of gits.

Aw, fuck.

Those bloody bastards are gearing up to come again.

They'll be on us in a minute.

Mm-hmm.

How is she?

Think she's alright for now.

But.

We can't keep doing this, Sarge.

All three of you are...

Mm.

Well, you're...

Fucked?

Yeah.

Well, we could do the surrendering thing, I suppose,

but it won't help.

They aren't gonna bother hauling us off

to clog up one of their hospitals.

It'll be four bullets and done.

Hang on, Sarge.

I might have an idea.

All right.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, it's about Monsieur Julien

and, uh, the, the SS general and everything.

I've, I been thinking.

Now, what have I told you about that.

Thinking only lands you in trouble.

Heh. You got a plan, then?

Do I fuck?

I've been winging it for the last two days.

Look where that's got us.

I told you I'm not your mum.

If you got something,

something you wanna try,

I'm right behind ya.

Lord knows I don't have the strength to stop you

even if I wanted to.

You gonna tell me your big plan?

Morning.

D'you have a light?

Mm.

Not many left. Hmm?

How's this work, then?

Never done it before.

I believe introductions are usual.

General Horseler, the 2nd-

SS. I heard.

Lance Corporal Carter.

Uh, I'm not in charge or anything,

but uh, the boss hasn't been feeling too well

and needed a lie-down.

You know, my soldiers are not very happy with me

for agreeing to this conversation.

No?

They want you dead, all of you.

Not only have you killed many of their comrades,

but they are proud men,

and by surviving, you have humiliated them.

And you feel differently?

I want this over as quickly as possible,

so the sooner you surrender

the sooner I can go about my business.

Ah, well, that certainly makes sense.

No point killing us for the sake of it.

Exactly.

Surrender your weapons

and you will be given medical assistance

and escorted behind the lines.

Yeah, that's very generous of you, Sir, really.

We just don't quite fancy it.

Corporal Carter,

you are not in a position to bargain.

Look at the state you're in.

Surrender now before you try my patience.

I can't do that.

Fool.

Am I?

Because, see, from where I'm standing,

you're the one looking foolish.

Ah, you're rumbled, Herr General.

I do not understand.

You must've shit yourself when you showed up last night.

I mean, I bet the last thing you were expecting to find

is half the local garrison here

and us sat on top of your little operation.

Lance Corporal, I do not know what you're talking about.

Really? Well, let me make it clear, then.

Gold, General,

melting down the spoils of war to line your own pocket.

I mean, did you collect it off the bodies yourself?

Or did you get your lads to do that bit for you, General?

Julien knew.

Julien?

Monsieur Julien, the potter, from Belgium, I believe,

or should I say SS-Oberfuehrer Mueller,

your right-hand man.

I wonder what your Wehrmacht comrades will say

when they learn their boss is a grave robber.

You have no proof.

No?

What do you want?

Passage out of here for me and my men.

Ridiculous.

Not really. I'm offering you exactly what you want.

You want us out of here

before this lot rumble ya

and find your little stash,

and we really wanna go.

Alright, all we need is some fuel,

and we'll be on our way.

Much obliged.

You got balls bigger than Sisyphus, Carter. Who knew?

Yeah, can you tell I was shitting myself?

You were being very British, heh.

Transport's ready, Sarge,

first class, courtesy of the fuehrer.

Don't get cocky, Carter, yeah?

Just fill it up, and let's get out of here

before they change their minds.

Fuck sake. Ah.

Urgh.

Uh.

Gah, huh.

I think the love light's gone outta their marriage, Sarge.

You know, I think you're right.

Such a shame.

It's the kids I feel sorry for.

Ready to go?

Aye, let's get outta this shithole.

Job, Carter.

Thanks, Sarge. Okay.

Miserable git.

Balls.

Not happy, lad?

I mean, we're alive.

I can't fault that, but

those poor bastards,

Reg, Harris, Norm,

Waters, Ines.

What do we have to show for it all?

Well, we got a pile of bricks, yeah?

We could build an house.

- Oi.

Good quality, lad. Take a look.

Scheisse.

Turns out Monsieur Julien was pretty good at his job.

They were planning for their retirement,

and the general weren't invited.

Bloody hell, Sarge.

I mean, bloody hell, you knew.

Carter figured it out.

Well, we thought we'd earned ourselves a little bonus.

Don't you reckon?

Yes, Sarge.