All language subtitles for Commandos Strike at Dawn (Farrow, John 1942)_BDRip.1080p.x264.AAC_EN

Morning, Johan.

- Morning.
- Good morning, Erik.

- Morning, Gunnar.
- Morning, Erik.

How was your catch last night?

- Found the school where you said.
- Above the point.

You'll have better luck tomorrow.

The water temperature
is up two degrees.

- How's your luck, Erik?
- My luck?

I don't need any luck in my business.

I wasn't talking about business.
Nor is your business my business...

nor am I a man to talk,
but there is talk in the village.

The hermit is no longer a hermit.

Go on and dry your nets.

Erik, there was some tagged salmon
in the catch, three of them.

Well, that's right, my tags.

They're the first to show up.

I marked them in June, 1935.
Home again.

Four years later, on time.

Thanks for bringing them.

I've got to note this down.

You're not too busy to come
to my wedding tonight?

- I'll be there.
- Anna told me to remind you...

she's invited the English admiral.
- And his daughter too?

Yes, his daughter too.

Go on and dry your nets.

Don't look yet.

- Now you can turn around.
- Your wedding cake.

How beautiful! Thank you.

- Make a wish.
- I will.

Did you make the wish?

I did.

- This is wonderful cake.
- All wedding cakes are lovely.

This is the nicest one of all,
I know.

Save a nice piece for your father.

- I will. This is for you, Alfred.
- Thank you, Anna.

- But you must remember our guests.
- Yes, the English admiral.

I'll serve them right away.

Thank you.

- To our English friends.
- Thank you.

- Thank you very much.
- Good luck to you always.

Thank you.

The first dance with your husband.
Excuse us.

This is very good cake indeed.

We seem to be celebrating
every event in Norway with a feast.

A pleasant custom,
in my opinion.

Judith's fond of her food.

The poets say women
are wrapped up...

in love and dreams
of melancholy princes...

but my sister prefers
roast beef any day.

- Brother has no illusions about me.
- All brothers are the same.

- Would you care to dance?
- I'll do my best.

I like weddings. In fact, I like
everything I've discovered in Norway.

Norway returns the compliment,
Miss Bowen.

Happy?

Yes, but I'd better go back
and finish cutting the cake.

All right.

I'll tell you the truth, Anna.
I'm delighted you married my son.

I couldn't have picked a better girl.

Two or three little points
of instruction:

In the morning, don't talk
to him until he talks to you.

A man in the morning is really
an animal that belongs in the zoo.

- Not Gunnar?
- Gunnar!

Instruction the second:
do not permit yourself to get fat.

Fat has ruined more marriages
than actresses and pretty widows.

Has Mother taught you not to talk to me
until I talk to you in the morning?

- Gunnar!
- How did you know?

Mother's married off five
of my brothers already.

When Alfred finds a wife,
she'll hear the same.

Dance.
Your instructions will come later...

and not from me.
Go, dance.

I've never seen so many
beautiful girls in my life.

I'm seriously thinking of living
in Norway for five or six years.

You look so serious, as if you were
trying to solve a world problem.

I am serious about a problem.
It isn't a world problem.

If you have something on your mind,
it makes it a lot easier...

to share it with someone.

My friends tell me
that I have a nice, honest face.

We dance. We drink. Ridiculous.

- Another drink, admiral?
- I really oughtn't.

- Just one.
- Thank you.

- To England.
- To Norway.

Though I reserve certain criticisms
of the English government, understand.

I understand. I imagine
you are not alone in that.

We dance. We drink.
We pray. It's ridiculous.

Evening, admiral. I hope my
husband isn't boring you with politics.

- Yes, Mrs. Bergesen.
- At a wedding?

Yes, at a wedding, in church,
at dinner, in school...

in factories, in bed I talk politics.

Laugh now. Later I will laugh, except
that I won't feel like laughing.

You're a patriarch. You sailed God's
oceans. You're familiar with storms.

With that beard you look
as wise as Moses. What do you say?

The herring will run,
Germans or no Germans.

All the philosophy you'll get from him.
He owns a fleet of boats.

I must drink. I just must drink.

Tell me,
is England asleep like this too?

- Perhaps dozing a little.
- Johan, why talk?

Yes, it's only bad for my stomach.
And it's a wedding.

- Let's dance.
- Yes. Come.

Forgive me. Forgive me.
Mrs. Bergesen?

When Bergesen was a young man,
we said he'd grow out of it.

We were wrong.
Still, he does no harm.

To my son,
and may he have seven sons too.

I hope so, sir.

- All right, Mr. Korstad?
- I regret I haven't seven more sons...

to marry off in your hotel,
Mr. Arnesen.

Thank you very much.

Here, smell.

A beautiful combination
of summertime and alcohol.

Don't stand around all night, girls.
See that everybody has what he wants.

When I think of weddings,
I think of the smell.

You look unhappy.
Somebody spill something?

That Bergesen! Talk, talk, talk.
He should be stopped by law.

You always want
to stop something by law.

You don't eat enough
green vegetables.

A woman shouldn't make fun
of her husband's political convictions.

Go pour this in the bowl.
It wouldn't do you any harm...

to stick your nose
in it once or twice yourself.

Hilma, we must have a serious talk.

Next year, Lars. Go on now.

A dry punch bowl is against nature.

I'll always remember this.

Tall trees, deep waters,
peaceful waters.

Stars like ice.
Those good, kind people inside.

What a pleasant place
to hold a wedding.

Yes, pleasant.

- Is that where you were married?
- Yes, seven years ago.

My wife died when Solveig was born.

Yes, I know.

Hans! No, Hans. I said, no!

"No" is not so different
from any other place.

Spring. The snow melts on the hills.
The buds come out on the trees.

The salmon come home
and the girls say, "I said, no."

What is that?

My Solveig is sleeping in there
with the children of the other guests.

When I was a little girl
and the grownups had a party...

I used to stay at the head
of the stairs and watch all night long.

- Perhaps she's still awake.
- Shall we go and see?

- Father.
- Did you sleep well, Solveig?

All right. But I lost a button
from my nightdress.

That's serious.
I'll fix that.

- Father, was it a nice party?
- Yes, very nice.

- Was there dancing?
- Yes.

How many dances?

- Six?
- Six.

You danced six times?

- Yes.
- He did.

With you?

All right.

- Good night.
- Good night.

This air's good after all that punch.

It's time we turned in.
It's an early start tomorrow.

- Judith took an hour to dress tonight.
- Not long for a woman.

She usually takes eight minutes.

- Nice chap, that Toresen, isn't he?
- Very.

Do you think anything
will come of it?

No. You'd better go say good night to
those five girls you were dancing with.

Seven.

I observe the wind, the weather...

the arrival and departure
of various kinds of fish.

I report every day to Oslo
that there is fog here or snow...

that the barometer is falling.

Is that all?

Well, I talk to myself.

That sounds like nice
and expensive fun.

I argue with Bergesen
about the League of Nations...

ski in the wintertime, teach
my daughter cooking and geography.

She's up to Africa
and scrambled eggs by now.

Until you came along...

I thought I spent
a busy and full life.

Has my coming along
changed anything?

Everything, Judith.
I mean, Miss Bowen.

Which is it,
Judith or Miss Bowen?

I'm not one for fine words,
empty words.

I never feel alone with trees,
mountains. They're permanent.

Why did you say that?

I'm sorry if I said too much.

But you didn't.
I wanted you to say this.

But you're going away...

and England
is across the North Sea.

How far is that?

Too far.

- I may be back.
- When?

Next spring, next summer.
Sometime.

Sometime...

I think I better be going in.
It's getting late.

Yes. It's getting late.

- Good night.
- Good night.

The British ambassador
in Berlin handed...

to the German government
a final note...

stating that unless we heard that they
were preparing at once to withdraw...

their troops from poland, a state
of war would exist between us.

People of Norway, do not be
alarmed because of German troops.

Negotiations are being conducted
with German authorities.

Resistance or disturbance
will only harm the negotiations.

Be assured that our neutrality
will be respected...

and remember there
must be no resistance.

This is the Norwegian war office...

speaking for your king
and government.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

All right, children.

All right, children.

There's to be no more resistance.

We've been ordered not
to further resist.

No resistance?

1933: no resistance.
1936: no resistance.

1939: no resistance.

Now, 1940, the Germans
are marching through Norway...

and still we hear "no resistance."

- Those are my orders.
- We can't do this.

The Germans are coming,
we must do something.

Erik, friend, you're a sensible man.
You're an educated man.

Tell him.

- The captain has his orders.
- They came over the radio.

They came over the radio.

After all, it's his business.
He's an officer.

He knows more about
how a war is to be conducted.

We civilians, it's not exactly our line.

Then we civilians
must make it our line.

People of Norway, greetings.

The people of Germany shake
the hand of their Nordic brothers.

We are driving the English invaders
from your shores and guarantee...

that never again will any English foot
be set upon Norwegian soil.

We are making a New World Order
and there is a great place in it...

for our friends and brothers,
the Norwegians.

Everything is to go on
exactly as before except that...

no longer do you have
to live in fear of the English octopus.

The Führer sends his greetings
to his Norwegian brothers...

and congratulates them
on their delivery.

All is to go on as before.

Your industries are now in safe hands.
Your culture is protected.

Of course, there'll be
a curfew at 6:30 every night.

And any Norwegian found
in the streets after that will be shot.

No boats are to leave the harbour
under pain of death.

Any act of disobedience against
the German uniform is punishable...

by death at my discretion.

- Colonel, the concert.
- Oh, yes.

There will be a concert
by the regimental band...

here at 2:30 every Sunday.
That is all.

It is reported that one
of you gentleman...

holds some interesting views
about our arrival.

Which one of you is Bergesen?

That's my name.

It is considered necessary
that you be held for questioning.

- But why?
- You will come with me now.

Captain...

just what does "questioning" mean?

And what is your name?

- Toresen.
- Erik, this is my affair.

- Look after Hilda.
- I want to be with you.

Please, dear.

Sir, your Norwegian brother is ready
to be taken into the New World Order.

I don't like them.

Father, I don't like those men.
I don't like them.

I'm writing a novel myself.

I'd be very disappointed
if you gentlemen don't burn it.

Radios of all descriptions
will be confiscated immediately.

Anyone in possession
of one will be punished by death.

A little too fast, colonel.
The last word...

Why don't you listen, Beckhardt?
The last word is death.

Why do you take our blankets?

It's cold in Germany too, grandma.

- Six.
- Bergesen. Six blankets.

They steal blankets, pots,
pans, food, everything.

They kidnap your husband.
A great nation?

Conquerors, thieves,
that's what they are.

They ought to be handled
in a police court.

Finally, Mrs. Bergesen...

the police court will be set up
and the traffic will be enormous.

Father, you look tired.
Have you a headache?

No.

You've got two different colours
of hair.

I'm afraid so.

- It's getting blond, isn't it?
- No, darling, it's not getting blond.

The word is "grey."

- Is grey as good as blond?
- No, I'm afraid not.

Is my hair getting grey?

Not that I can see.

- Why does your hair get grey?
- It's a long story, Solveig.

- Were you good in school today?
- Very good.

I learned about the Germans
and Norwegians...

and Poles and Jews and Englishmen.

Russians live over there.
French live there.

We live here.

First come the Germans.
They are better than anyone else.

And then come the Norwegians,
that's us.

We're almost as good
as the Germans.

And then come the French.
They are not so good.

And then come the Poles,
they are very, very bad...

and nobody talks to them.

And then come the Jews and...
What's a Jew?

Is that what you learned
in school today, Solveig?

Yes. A German officer
taught us today.

Modern geography.

Listen, darling, you are not
to believe that. It's a lie.

We're all human beings, that's all.

And human beings are good
and human beings are bad.

And human beings
can make themselves better...

and make themselves worse.

We're all God's children, and no matter
what they ever tell you in school...

remember what I said, won't you?

Yes, Father.

And now, Solveig, you wait here.

I must go and speak to your teacher.

There's nothing I can do.
I suppose I could be a hero...

refuse to teach
them anything more. Quit.

But then the children will be left
to their mercy. I don't know.

If there were only some way
I could get out of here.

If there were only
some way I could fight.

There are Norwegians in England.
They give them guns.

They train them, not so far away.

Boats get there.

Some do, some don't.

All the young men, ages 17 to 25,
except a few fishermen...

are being conscripted
to work in the mines of Narvik.

Clear the square.

Move. Quickly.

Johan.

This is Erik.

Erik.

I made it. I lived through it.

I came back.

Come, Johan.

Johan.

Bergesen...

it's me. Erik Toresen.

I'll take you home.

Come.

Johan.

I'm home, Mrs. Bergesen.

It's a pretty room, isn't it, Erik?

Yes. It's a beautiful room.

I made it.

I lived through it.

I came back.

I knew they were bad, but I had
no idea how bad they were.

Nobody...

no civilized human being
can know how bad they are.

I have to go now.

There's some things
that need to be done.

Welcome home, Johan Bergesen.

Can't you bear to look at me?

Thank God I was
never a handsome man.

For many years,
we've made a serious mistake.

We believed we were living
in a civilized world.

Today we find that for years,
we've been living in a jungle.

Regulations were put into effect,
and we attempted to live up to them.

Now we discover there's
only one regulation:

Kill...

or be killed.

I'm ready to observe that regulation.

I've come to ask you how we
can change over in this jungle...

from the murdered
Norwegian people...

to the murdering Norwegian people.

Erik Toresen, have you ever
hit a man in your whole life?

When I was 17 years old,
I punched Olaf Johnson.

He was kissing a girl
I thought I was in love with.

Half-hour later,
I found out every boy in town...

had also kissed the girl.
I apologized to Olaf.

Since that time I've lived a quiet life.

The Germans have not lived
quiet lives.

We must learn from them...

how to become gangsters, thugs...

useful with knife...

dynamite, poison.

No!
Gunnar, you mustn't listen to him.

None of us must listen.
We can't do anything.

All we can do is wait.
Let the English win the war.

Let the Americans win,
or the Russians.

All we can do is die.

I know how you feel, Anna.

I know how all women must feel
at a time like this...

but nobody's going to win the war
for anybody else.

That's fine talk,
but it won't bring Alfred back.

- Anna...
- They murdered your brother.

Now they want you to die too.
Don't listen to them, please.

Nobody's going to get victory
as a gift, Anna.

We get only what we earn...

and I propose that we earn
a great deal.

If anyone here
wishes to be excused...

please go now.

The rest of us will say nothing.
We ask only of you...

that you say nothing.

Good.

Now we begin to cut ourselves
out of this jungle.

There will be no service this Sunday,
or any Sunday for some time.

Under our present government,
it is not possible to serve Christ.

The Church has no wish
to serve such a government.

The pastors would rather
close churches...

than betray the religion they serve.

I will continue to administer to the sick
and dying. May God be with you.

Present arms!

Quiet.

Silence!

"And all thy children
shall be taught of the Lord...

and great shall be the peace
of thy children.

In righteousness
shall thou be established..."

We are on our way to Narvik. The map
says there's a fork in the road.

Yes, there is.

A hundred yards up there,
and then turn to the left.

To the left.

A sharp turn to the left, not to the right.
There's a bad cliff there.

We'll be careful. Your Norwegian roads
are as bad as your weather.

"Almighty God,
the consolation of the sorrowful...

and the strength of the weak...

may the prayers of them that in any
tribulation or distress cry unto thee...

graciously come before thee so they
may receive thy help and comfort...

through Jesus Christ, thy son,
our Lord. Amen."

Load!

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

Ah, those vacations
in the Hartz Mountains.

It's beautiful there in the spring.

We took colour pictures
of the flowers last year, my wife and I.

Springtime in the mountains.
A man could cry.

- That's very touching, sir.
- Very touching.

Will that be all, sir?

You're a good officer.
Executed that fellow with dispatch.

That'll teach them not to oppose
the orders of the Third Reich.

I'm going to let you into a secret. I'm
going to recommend you for promotion.

- That's very kind of you, sir.
- Not at all.

- Good night.
- Good night, sir.

- Orderly.
- Yes, sir?

- Get me a light.
- Yes, sir.

Captain! Captain!
The colonel's been stabbed!

And then the prince said, " Rapunzel,
Rapunzel, let down your hair."

And the princess
unbound her golden hair...

let it out of the window,
down the side of the tower...

and...

And then what happened?

And down the side of the tower...

and the prince took hold and
climbed all the way up and freed her.

Then they were married,
and they lived happily ever after.

- Erik.
- Mrs. Olav.

Come in.

So we came here.
Your farm's hidden in the hills.

If they come, there's a better chance
of your hiding her.

I've hid the cow, and I've more milk
than I know what to do with.

And it's good milk too.

- You've been up late enough.
- I think I've been up late enough.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Sleep well.
- I will.

On the way, Father told me
the most beautiful story...

about a princess
who lived happily ever after.

Are princesses the only ones
who live happily ever after?

We're all meant
to live happy, Solveig.

Good night.

Good night.

Come, child.

Glad for the night, glad for the day...

I fold my hands, dear Jesus,
and pray...

keep my lips pure, my face bright,
keep my hands busy doing the right.

And dear God, bless Father,
and all my friends and everybody.

But, God, please take the bad people
away from our village. Amen.

Erik.

Erik.

- Time you went to bed too.
- I can't stay here. I've got to go.

- You can hardly stand, you're so tired.
- They're liable to follow me.

I'll sit at the window and watch.
There's only one road. You're safe.

Mrs. Olav, it is you who needs rest.

An old woman sleeps very little.
Go to sleep, son.

"Son."

I haven't been called that
in a long time.

So the colonel's been killed.

Yes.

Was it you?

You've got a murderer
in your house tonight, Mrs. Olav.

God bless you, son. Sleep well.

Erik, get up. They're coming.

The Germans?

Get the child.

This way.

I'll hide her clothes.

- Solveig, darling, hold tight.
- Yes, Father.

Try the bedroom.

- You were a long time in answering.
- Sorry. I was in the bedroom.

You were still a long time.

Come here.

- Your name is Olav?
- Yes.

Erik Toresen is wanted for murder.
Have you seen him?

No.

Look at me. You know the penalty
for hiding a murderer?

Yes.

- I'm glad of that.
- No one in the bedroom, sir.

We will look outside.

Look in that shed.

Do not leave me, Mrs. Olav.
I have something to tell you.

Last night five hostages
were taken in the town.

If Erik Toresen is not found
within two days, they will be shot.

Just a little longer, Solveig.

We've been going for 10 hours.
Where does he get the energy?

- He eats better than we do.
- And drinks better.

All the beer he wants,
when he wants it.

Makes me thirsty just to think of it.

- So?
- If we can't have beer, we drink water.

I haven't drunk well water
since I left my uncle's farm.

We will go.

You do not seem to be very impressed
about the hostages.

No concern of mine.

One of them happens
to be your grandson Pedar.

But...

he's only a boy, 17.

It is quite possible to kill a boy.

Hold on.

They've gone. You can come up.

Come. Come to me, Solveig. That's it.

I'm glad that soldier is still thirsty.

Solveig, darling, listen to me.

I'm going away for a little while...

and you are to do whatever
Mrs. Olav tells you to do.

- You understand?
- Yes.

- And you're not to cry.
- I never cry. You know that.

I know that.

I'll be back soon, dear.

Good luck.

I thought I saw
something moving in here.

Well, there's nothing there now.

I wish I was home again.

Things will be worse
before they're better.

The captain said in two weeks
there'll be hundreds of planes here.

General von Breugel
is coming down tomorrow.

You are the most nervous man
in the entire German army.

Think there's a Norwegian
behind every bush?

Erik Toresen. Let me in.

- Garmo.
- It's past curfew time.

May I sit down?

What do you want?

Garmo, I've heard
you've got a boat hidden.

I want you to take that boat out
and help me get to England.

- Where have you been the last week?
- Hiding in the woods.

I've discovered they're building
a secret airfield.

In two weeks they'll have hundreds
of planes there and a general.

They're going to make
some kind of an attack.

Other men have disappeared and
fallen into the hands of the Germans.

And when they got back,
bad things happened to their friends.

I didn't fall into the hands
of the Germans.

Five men have been killed
for the murder of Colonel Von Dorn:

Nils Skar, Karl Strom,
Vidkun Koni, Pedar Olav...

Pedar Olav?

- Where are you going?
- To give myself up.

That'll do no good.
It won't bring the men back.

No, but maybe tomorrow it'll be 50.

And the next day, the whole village.

Bergesen was right.

Nobody, no civilized human being...

can know how bad they are.

Erik.

I have a boat and I'll take you
to England, God willing.

God willing.

I got your message, Garmo.

Mrs. Garmo will call at midnight and
take you where I'll be waiting for you.

I'll be ready.

I'll call for you at midnight.

Where's the boat?

- You'll see then.
- Yes.

Garmo.

- Who else is going?
- You'll see at midnight.

I'll be there.

I want to speak to the captain.

Go in.

Well?

There's a boat leaving for England,
with six men on board, maybe more.

And probably the man
you were looking for, Toresen.

Where is the boat?

I don't know.

- Do you know who any of the men are?
- No.

But Garmo is going to take me there.

All you have to do is follow.

No good. They'd see anyone
following after 50 yards.

We'd get one, the rest would get away.

We have to be ingenious.

- You didn't hear anything, did you?
- No.

No. This is a special kind of whistle.

For dogs.

It's pitched too high for human ears,
but dogs' ears can catch the sound.

Also detectors. Sound detectors.

And the precise spot it comes from.
Angle. Bearing.

Mr. Arnesen, tonight
when you blow this whistle...

I assure you the sound will be heard.

If I have any further orders for you,
I shall send for you.

You may go.

I'll be right back.

Garmo.

- Everything go all right?
- Yes.

I'll stand guard here for a moment.
Call when you're ready for me to come.

Hilma Arnesen,
what are you doing here?

I followed him.

You know that's dangerous.

Not for me.

For you.

- What do you mean?
- He warned them.

Who?

Lars, my husband.

He's not a good man.

They didn't follow him.

Nobody knows we're here.
Except you.

They'll wait until you all
get out in the boat.

He has a whistle. A dog whistle.

You can't hear it,
but their instruments can.

You get to a certain place,
he'll blow it and warn them.

The boats will come out and you'll
never know what happened to you.

Do you know, Hilma, what will have
to be done with your husband?

I know.

I wish I could be not sorry...

but it's impossible when you live
with a man you love so long.

Two children.

That's for me.

A signal.

I've got to go now.

You're sure?

You're absolutely sure?

Yes.

I'm sure.

- Anything wrong?
- No.

Shove off.

They hear anything
at the sound detectors?

No, sir.

- Stop moving that light!
- Stop moving that light!

They should be here by now.

Nothing yet?

Ship oars.

I want to listen.

Don't move, Arnesen,
or I'll strangle you.

- Erik, have you gone mad?
- Row.

All right. Johan, Siegard, row.

Something must have gone wrong.

May I suggest you send
the boat out anyhow, sir?

Yes.

- Yes. Turn on the light.
- Yes, sir.

No, wait! Wait.

Sir.

- We'll wait a little longer.
- Yes, sir.

- Turn on the lights.
- Yes, sir. Turn on the lights.

Searchlights!

We're out of range.
They won't see us now.

All right, Arnesen,
now you can tell them your story.

- I don't know what you mean.
- Tell them your story.

Remember,
I am in the same boat with you.

If anything happens to you,
it'll happen to me.

I want to get to England
as much as you.

I have just as much to lose
as any of you.

- I don't know what he's talking about.
- Erik.

Look at this.

A whistle.

It doesn't even work. I'll show you.

Yes.

If you show us, we'll all be dead.

Except you, Arnesen.

What made you do it?

This is no place to hold a trial.
You're all excited and nervous.

Why did you do it?

The Germans are going to win.
And they like us.

They like the Norwegians,
if only we'd give them a chance.

You've got to be reasonable about this.
We live in a reasonable age.

- Why did you do it?
- They have something new, that works.

I studied the whole question
very carefully.

What is the use to fight?
They have the guns.

Tie him up.

Please, Garmo.

Garmo, you've known me
since I was born.

Bergesen, you are my brother-in-law.

Erik. Erik, remember.
You were married in my house.

Yes. And you forgot it.

Please, please remember.

Please, you must.

- Oh, please, can't you...?
- Out oars.

Help!

Please!

It's English.

- What do you want to do in England?
- Fight.

Fight.

- And you?
- Fight.

- And you?
- Fight.

- And you?
- Fight too. First, I should inform you...

First, we must establish
that your story is true.

Norwegian government officials in exile
will be notified of your arrival.

All of this will take time. Please inform
Admiral Bowen I'd like to see him.

It's very important.

Your request is hardly in accord
with regulations.

However, I shall do my best.

The rest of you will wait
for the Norwegian officials.

And you, sir, will accompany me
to London.

- Cigarette?
- Thank you.

The airdrome is here.

The road to it, around this way,
and I'm sure it's heavily guarded.

It is possible for someone
who knew the place...

to make his way up along
this stream here...

and reached the airdrome
without being seen.

All you've told us is interesting,
provided it's true.

- I have only my word.
- And that I can vouch for.

- We accept full responsibility?
- We do.

Harper's decent but being an
intelligence officer destroys all faith.

An airdrome there
can only mean one thing:

Our convoys to Russia
will be sighted from the air.

Would you be willing to guide
our commandos to this airdrome?

I'd be grateful to the end of my days.

- Toresen, you wait outside.
- Yes, sir.

Take this to Operations.

Erik.

- It's not possible.
- Yes. Yes.

Erik Toresen.

- I can't believe it.
- Yes, it's me.

- A signal for you.
- What?

A signal for you.

Take it to Operations.

Oh, blast it, I think I'm going to cry.

In uniform too. Isn't it disgraceful?

I wrote you 10 letters
and never sent any of them.

I've been thinking of you too,
and your danger.

You're alive. You're really alive.

Norwegians are a sturdy people.

Like you English,
we don't break easily.

You know it's a funny thing,
but I don't know what to say.

- What are you doing for dinner?
- I'd like to have it with you.

Good.

- So you two have found each other?
- Yes, sir.

The wheels are beginning to roll.

You and I are flying
to Scotland tonight.

- But, sir, we were having dinner.
- Not tonight, I'm afraid.

- I'll get leave and come with you.
- No room.

Then I'll follow.

I have no control over your movement
whilst you're on leave.

- Come on, Toresen.
- Yes, sir.

We're after something bigger
than a 12-pound salmon this time.

There you are.

This will warm
your cold Norwegian bones.

Well, cheers.

Good to see you, Erik.

You know, we've often wondered
how you chaps were getting along.

Talked about you quite a lot.

Well, that is,
Judy did most of the talking.

So much has happened
in such a short time.

More will happen,
even in a shorter time.

These commando raids
are tough and quick.

Every man is trained
to move like clockwork.

Erik, you'll need every bit of strength
that's in you.

So you better get to that bed.

Robert...

it's hard for me to talk.

Our people, as you know,
are not demonstrative.

But we don't forget our friends.

Nor our enemies.

- Good night, Robert.
- Good night, Erik.

As tired as I am, I don't think
I'll sleep a wink tonight.

If you don't sleep tonight,
you've got tomorrow.

- You know, you've got 24 hours to rest.
- Rest?

My mind's in a whirl. You know
how it is when you're thinking.

Solveig.

Norway.

I won't sleep a wink.

Not a wink.

Out in front. March.

- Hello.
- What are you doing here?

Special orders. For the first time
since the war began, I pulled strings.

I wasn't going to let a war do me
out of that dinner. Remember?

Yes. I remember.

- Will you have dinner with us?
- Oh, no.

Why, thank...

Well, I'll see you at headquarters
in two hours.

I'm hungry.

- Those days seem like a dream now.
- Yes.

Everything has changed.

Everything.

And England is full
of Poles and Russians...

and Norwegians and Czechs
and Americans, all mixed-up.

And somehow it isn't important
anymore what a man does...

or who his family is,
or what country he belongs to.

It's only what he's fighting for
that makes any sense.

Three years it took me to find that out.

Three years...

to crowd now into 30 short minutes.

Time up?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

You should be back in three
or four days. Have you no plans?

Oh, yes, I have plans.

When I come back, the first thing
I'll do is climb off the train...

go through the gate...

come to the nearest telephone...

and call up
Admiral Bowen's daughter...

and ask her to marry me.

You won't forget, will you?

I won't forget.

- You will take care of yourself?
- Yes, I'll take care of myself.

To the future.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Come forward, sir.

Slow astern. Both engines.

This is the stretch of shore
you say is unguarded?

Yes, sir.

There's a shallow draft
at the fjord's entrance.

The enemy doesn't believe
a ship could pass through.

At high tide, there is enough water.

- Even though the charts don't show it?
- Yes.

Very well.
We'll now synchronize our watches.

- Correct time, please.
- 0346, sir.

0346.

Good.

By 0445 we should be passing
through the entrance to the inner fjord.

Zero hour will be at 0500...

when the landing craft
will leave the parent ship.

You should be ashore by 0510...

reaching the river
at approximately 0600.

According to plan, you should be at
the hill bordering the airport at 0630.

- Am I right?
- Yes, sir.

Good. The airfield will be attacked
at 0645.

In 30 minutes the job should be done,
so let us say at 0715...

I shall then go to my daughter.

Whilst I should like to help you,
I'm afraid that will not be possible.

I cannot risk this ship or men
for one minute not covered by orders.

- May I make a suggestion?
- Yes.

Wouldn't it be possible
that while he's leading us...

an officer and a few men
bring his daughter to our boats?

- The farm isn't hard to find?
- It's close to the coast.

- I could draw a little map.
- Very well.

I see no reason why Solveig shouldn't
be awaiting you upon your return.

- Any questions?
- No, sir.

- Toresen?
- No questions at all, sir.

Thank you, gentlemen.

"My brethren, be strong in the Lord
and in the power of his might.

Put on the whole armour of God...

that you may be able to stand
against the wiles of the devil.

For we wrestle not against
flesh and blood...

but against principalities,
against powers...

against the rulers
of the darkness of this world...

against spiritual wickedness
in high places."

By the mark, seven, sir.

- 8-0 revolutions, navigator.
- 8-0 revolutions, sir.

And a quarter six, sir.

That's very little water for this ship.

There's enough to get through,
captain.

Deep six, sir.

And a quarter four, sir.

- Deep four, sir.
- One cable to go, sir.

Stand by, starboard anchor.

- Everything ready on one?
- Yes, sir, everything ready.

- Ready for letting go, sir.
- Let go.

- Carry on, sir, please?
- Carry on.

Keep your toes up, keep your toes up.

Good hunting.

Sergeant?
You know where the farm is?

- I think I could find it blindfolded, sir.
- Good. Carry on.

By this time,
they should be reaching the river.

I sincerely hope so, sir.

Enemy battery bearing red, nine, five.

Hoist the banner, ensign.

Provost, shoot!

Shoot!

Rapid salvos!

Good shooting, guns.

- That does it for this trip.
- And now to Solveig.

She'll be proud of you,
and she won't be the only one.

- Sergeant.
- Sir?

Back to the boats. I'll assemble
the men, just line them up.

Where's my daughter?

- Couldn't you find the way?
- Yes, sir.

- Well, where is she?
- The house is burnt down.

Burnt down?

- A swastika scratched on the ground.
- Right where the door had been.

- Didn't you find anyone there?
- A farmer. We asked him about it.

He said they'd taken
the old woman and the girl.

- Taken them where?
- To the village, at the inn.

They're holding all hostages there.

A swastika...

on the ground.

Erik!

- Goodbye, Robert.
- Not yet.

- But you have your orders.
- My orders are that we get Solveig.

- Sergeant?
- Sir.

- Fall in the able men.
- Yes, sir.

Once I said I didn't know
a typical Englishman.

Now I know.

Come on, let's go.

We better get those civilians
off the street.

Let me do it.

Inside. Stay where you are.
It's very dangerous.

Inside. It's very dangerous.
Make sure you stay inside. Quick.

Stay there. It's very dangerous.

Come on!

- Give me a grenade.
- Don't. Our people are in there.

All right, we'll get closer.

Come on!

- Move it!
- Come on, move along there.

Report of the operation
was signalled, sir.

Thank you.

I'm very sorry, sir.
About your son, I mean.

Two sons, Godfrey.

Mrs. Olav, will we ever
come back to our home?

Yes, Solveig,
we'll come back someday.

Yes, Solveig, we will come back.

We will come back.

For we wrestle
not against flesh and blood...

but against principalities,
against powers...

against the rulers
of the darkness of this world...

against spiritual wick edness
in high places.

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