All language subtitles for SAS.Rogue.Heroes.S02E06.eng

MONTGOMERY: We do not care
about the mental health,

the psychological
conditions amongst your men,

just so long as you keep...

..winning.

HE CHUCKLES LIGHTLY

320 miles.

BILL: For Paddy Mayne to function,
he needs someone to rebel against.

I'm perfect for the
job, don't you think?

SCREECHING

Mission completed. We leave Italy
to the ordinary soldiers now.

We, we're going home.

The Italian
government has fallen.

The Italian guards
have left the camp.

We have 20 minutes...
to get free!

It's no good!
Enemy's on the way!

Back the other way! Bloody hell!

Follow me!

Come on! Just leave it!

Come on!

We've got to hide!

Give me some of that!

Give me some of that! The
Germans are coming! No, get off!

That's mine!

Stirling!

Stirling, come on!

Germans are on the hill!

We don't have much time.

We need to take our chances

before the Germans arrive.

DAVID: What news of my men?
What are you talking about?

I've had no news for 15 days.

My men! The SA fucking
S. Are they alive?

Well, the reports I heard,

they're most of the reason
the Italian government fell.

Now I hear they're
on their way home.

There, get that down you.

That's the first
I've heard about it.

Can you believe that?

Hey, listen up.

So...

..that was Italy.

Some craic, wasn't
it? THEY LAUGH

Some craic.

Our grand old tour of Europe

began here,

but who knows
where our itinerary

will take us next?

But first...

CHEERING AND CLAPPING

Yes! Yes! John!

Hey.

Tonkin, you'd better tell
these what you got up to,

because they'll not believe me.

Well, er, I was captured.

They were going to shoot me,
I escaped, and then, er...

An angel came and
scooped you up.

Ooh, Tinky-Tonkin! THEY LAUGH

Er, something like that.

No, you wouldn't believe
me if I told you.

Erm, but...

Uh, what I will say is...

..me standing here now, you
all standing here now...

..it is living proof...

..that someone up there...

..likes us. Yeah. Yeah.

So, we are unstoppable.

CHEERING Yeah! I'll
drink to that, Tonk!

He's back!

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

Get the whisky!

SHOUTING IN GERMAN

GUNFIRE

GUNSHOT

SHOUTING IN GERMAN

This place is a maze. It has
been a fort, church, monastery.

There's holes everywhere. What
do we do with holes, David?

We hide in them. You said the
Allied troops are advancing.

Soon, they will be
here, and the Germans

are not coming to
secure this prison.

They are coming to
take the prisoners away

and ship us all back to Germany.
But they'll have to find us first.

Find a hole, sit tight...

..wait for them to leave.

The only person who was better
than me at playing hide-and-seek

was my mad sister, yes, and she
was once missing for three days.

Listen, hide-and-seek is
best played by individuals.

Otherwise, one tends
to start giggling.

Mwah! Good luck, old boy.

David? Yes?

Are you sure you're
quite all right?

Oh, God, no. Not sure at all.

Come on, Jack!

SPEAKING GERMAN

GUNFIRE

They're here! We need
to hide! Quickly!

GUNFIRE AND SHOUTING IN GERMAN

GUNSHOT

SPEAKING IN GERMAN

HE CHUCKLES

SPEAKING IN GERMAN

Oh, my God.

BANGING

Wake up, boys!

You're home.

Give us a fucking
lie-in, will you?

Home time, boys.

Cor blimey!

Haven't seen them for a while.

Feels like it's all over.

Paddy said it's just begun.

How long we got at home, Paddy?

Till the whistle blows and
the second half begins.

You can spend half-time
brushing up on your French.

♪ There'll be bluebirds over

ALL: ♪ The white cliffs of Dover

♪ Tomorrow

♪ Just you wait and see. ♪

MUSIC: The White Cliffs
Of Dover by Vera Lynn

♪ There'll be bluebirds over

♪ The white cliffs of Dover

♪ Tomorrow

♪ Just you wait and see... ♪

MEN SHOUTING

Argh! MEN LAUGH

♪ ..I'll never forget

♪ The people I met

♪ Braving those angry skies... ♪

Michael. Daddy! Hey!

♪ ..I remember well
as the shadows fell

♪ The light of
hope in their eyes

♪ And though I'm far away

♪ I still can hear them say

♪ Bombs up

♪ But when the dawn comes up

♪ There'll be bluebirds over

♪ The white cliffs of Dover

♪ Tomorrow

♪ Just you wait and see

♪ There'll be love and laughter

♪ And peace ever after

♪ Tomorrow

♪ When the world is free

♪ There'll be bluebirds over

♪ The white cliffs of Dover

♪ Tomorrow

♪ Just you wait and see. ♪

♪ But give me enough of the fine old
stuff that's made near Galway Bay

♪ Come gougers all from Donegal

♪ Sligo and Leitrim too

♪ We'll give them the
slip and we'll take a sip

♪ Of the rare old
Mountain Dew. ♪

The mist will bring
the brown trout up.

It'll be a good day.

Aye.

And the mist will hide
us from the bailiffs.

It'll be a grand day
all round, I'd say.

Mist and fog are
always our friends.

So, the sand of the desert

couldn't keep your
soul buried, Eoin?

Ah, no.

I missed the fog...

..and the water, the fish.

You.

I missed you.

I'm not sure I can
forgive myself...

..for any of it.

You see, I keep waking up
and finding myself alive.

No matter how hard I try.

It's like a horse race,

but, actually, you're
riding on a carousel,

so there's no chance your horse
will overtake the one in front...

..and the one behind you
will never catch you up.

The horse in front
is contentment.

The horse behind you is death.

There I am.

Lieutenant Colonel
Robert Blair Mayne,

sitting on a plaster
fucking horse,

unable to get off
the fucking carousel.

You sure got off the
carousel, though, didn't you?

I was spun off.

That was not my choosing.

No, you got off to stick
around in the desert.

It was the desert where we
were most easily ourselves.

Ah, yeah, the desert.

When it was the
desert and you and me.

You and me.

Paddy?

You don't think you'll
make it to Berlin, do you?

It's not reaching
Berlin that concerns me.

It's this.

The aftermath.
Sitting in a boat,

sitting on a tractor,
sitting at a desk,

and nothing comes at you.

Nothing comes whizzing
or exploding or...

..punching or stabbing.
It's just air.

Just the dead fucking air.

Fuck!

MEN SHOUTING: Please, turn back!

We're British! Please!

They're leaving us to drown!
Please, stop the boat!

Stop the boat!

Here...

..at least when the air is empty,
when there's no fucker there...

..at least I'll
always have company.

Aye.

At least from now on,

I'll never truly be alone.

Oh.

Oh, God!

Get me up, get me free,
get me through the war...

..and get me a drink.

As you can see, I've, erm, taken
a bit of a tumble from the wagon.

Do you mind?

Ah! To victory.

Yeah, sorry, I, erm...

I don't, er... I don't...
I don't really drink toasts

to anything any more.
It's rather odd ceremony

to offer up a sip of the thing
that's destroying your sanity

for the sake of some
good cause or other.

Your mind is surviving.

I see that.

And you have changed.

I can see that.

I was obliged to kill people.

I was good at it.

But I have learned that I'm
not so good at what comes next.

What, you mean you
feel regret? No.

I feel horror at
my lack of regret.

How was your journey home?

I took a flight with Lieutenant
Colonel Bill Stirling.

I got a message that
you wanted to see me

as soon as I got
back to England.

What was so urgent? Er...

I really can't remember.

But I-I could make
an educated guess.

What, with you being French

and what likely comes next
in the conduct of the war.

Next few months, I imagine
you'll become rather important.

Important how? Ah, well...

..like almost everything else in
this crucial moment in the war,

that is a secret.

PHONE RINGS

HQ...

Oh, hello, sir.

Come!

At ease. Take a seat.

First, Colonel Stirling,
congratulations

from Winston Churchill himself on
your part in redrawing that map.

Mr Churchill has a fondness for
the SAS, stretching back to Africa.

And we, too, on behalf of the
Allied Force Headquarters,

now have a very high
regard for your men

and what they are able to achieve.
Why is it that all this praise

and niceness is
making me nervous?

As you know, preparations
are well under way

for the invasion
of northern Europe.

We've explored a range of
possible invasion points

along the French
and Dutch coasts.

And done it in such a way
that German intelligence

will believe that all
of them are possible.

Current thinking
in Berlin is that

we will attack the
Hook of Holland,

thanks to tireless deception work
carried out by Dudley Wrangel Clarke

and British intelligence. May I
just say, before you continue,

that wherever it is decided the
main invasion force should land,

I hope that all the earlier
flattery was not an attempt

to solicit the SAS to once
again act as shock troops?

No. That is not what
this meeting is about.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

AFHQ believe the
best use of the SAS

would be in advance
of the main invasion.

1SAS and 2SAS would be dropped
behind coastal defences.

How far behind? 30 miles.

HE EXHALES SHARPLY

And how far in advance
of the main invasion?

36 hours. 36 hours?!

Their task would be
to establish positions

and then to disrupt every
attempt by the enemy

to reinforce the coastal defences
at the actual point of invasion.

This would be nothing more
than a suicide mission!

No other regiment was even
considered for this vital role.

Because deep, deep, deep down,

somewhere in the corridors
of military power,

there is a resentment
against the SAS,

against my brother, and against
the success we have achieved.

Actually, old man,
everyone pretty much knows

the success is almost
entirely down to Paddy Mayne.

Ah.

Who you would have
killed in action,

or shot dead, executed,

to protect the conventional troops,
who will take all the glory.

The SAS have proven their worth

and they are best used arriving
where they are least expected.

Well, this plan would be
unexpected because it is insane.

I am leaving this meeting.

Sit down, we have other
matters to... The answer is no,

and I will fall on
my sword over it!

You may not need to fall on
your sword, Colonel Stirling.

If you continue to
question orders,

there are those inside GHQ who
will happily stab you in the back.

Ah.

Dismissed.

Ah. DOG BARKS

SOLDIERS SPEAK GERMAN

DOG BARKS

CLANGING

SOLDIER SPEAKS GERMAN Argh!

I surrender!

Please, don't shoot!

Please!

HE BREATHES SHARPLY

Prepare, prepare,

the iron helm of war.

Bring forth the lots,

cast in the spacious orb.

Th' Angel of Fate turns
them with mighty hands,

and casts them out upon
the darken'd earth! You!

Stop! Prepare...

Ah.

Can I help you with
something, officer?

You were seen running
through the village.

A mother and her children
heard you talking.

They thought you might be
talking into one of those radios.

And they thought perhaps I
was a one-man German invasion,

come to Northamptonshire
all alone?

I'll need to see
identity papers, come on.

I am a soldier,

but I'm not German.

I'm Irish.

And why were you running?

Because for a man
in my condition,

running is the same as walking.

Plus, I am in a hurry.

To get where? London.

You're going to
London on foot? Aye.

What that lady and her children
heard was me reciting poetry

which, in my madness, I am
very fucking prone to do.

Lieutenant Colonel
Robert Blair Mayne.

Special Air Service.

You deliver mail?

If there's going
to be an invasion,

I am always first with the news.

That's why I'm going to London.

There's going to
be a wee invasion,

and I think they want
me to be a part of it.

Actually, officer,

I'm running late for
my first meeting.

So, in the name of
His Majesty The King,

I need to borrow your bike.

Borrow my... borrow my bike!

Fuck!

BICYCLE BELL DINGS

Oh, fuck!

Where is he? He's
waiting for you, General.

Of course, sir.

Colonel Stirling isn't alone.

His companion cycled all
the way down the corridor

with his hands off
the handlebars.

This fucking regiment!

Whoever you are, a General
just walked in the room.

The arm I use to salute
is a wee bit stiff, sir.

I fell off my bike in Hendon,
in my haste to get here.

Colonel Stirling, what is
the meaning of all this?

And what the fuck
is he doing here?

What I am doing here,
sir, is giving my

professional opinion
on your plan.

You shared a classified plan of
operation, without permission?

As I recall from our last meeting,
General Montgomery insisted

the entire success of the SAS in
Italy was down to Paddy Mayne,

so why wouldn't I share what
you're still daring to call

"the plan" with him?

30 miles behind the lines,

36 hours before the invasion.

Oh, glory to the fallen! That
information is top secret.

If it's 30 miles
behind, 36 hours before,

it'll make no difference where
in France your forces land,

my regiment will all
be dead by the time

you set foot on the beach.
Right! So, to be clear,

you are sharing
classified information,

and from what I am hearing, you
are suggesting that you would

disobey a direct order! No, no.

No, no, sir. I would
go alone, myself.

That, I would do. But I would
not ask my men to come with me

since most of my men
are quite keen to live,

whereas I am, at
best, equivocal.

Oh, and the other problem
with your plan, sir,

is that it would not work.

If you drop us into
France 36 hours before,

it'd only take one gust of
wind to blow one parachute

into the arms of the enemy.

They would put two
and two together

and begin to work out where
the invasion point is.

And you would be giving
them 36 hours to prepare.

Since it's you...

..and especially you...

..I will share your concerns
with General Montgomery.

And, Colonel Stirling...

..your conduct in this matter will
be noted at the very highest level.

Fuck!

Goodness!

Were you and I just
on the same side?

Goodness, I-I think we were.

And from what I could tell, by
your man's wee outburst just there,

you might have just sacrificed your
military career to save the SAS.

I told you in Cairo...

..my brother was this
regiment's midwife.

I am not prepared to be
its coroner. Also in Cairo,

I told you you had done
nothing to earn my respect.

Chopped down no trees, cut
up no logs, fed no fires.

Please don't say anything nice
to me, it'd be too confusing.

Will they listen to
us, do you think?

A rather grand old spy has
invited me for drinks tonight.

I understand you're invited too.

Aye, I got a note.

Cocktails at The Ritz. Mm.

Did the grand old spy say
what the meeting is about? No.

But I'm guessing it will
either be a celebration,

fond farewell...

..or an execution.

Your single malt whisky, sir.

Thank you.

Ah.

Now, behave. Ahem...

Paddy.

So, you are the "grand old spy".

That's how my commanding
officer described you.

Oh. Ha!

Well, Paddy, I've, er...

I've called you here to
give you some good news.

Shall we, erm, order
some champagne?

No, no. I'm sound, thank you.

What good news?

Well, I've heard from AFHQ
that Montgomery has agreed

to think again about the SAS's
involvement in the coming invasion.

He's changed his mind,
Paddy, because of you.

He holds you in high regard.

Well, I thought
you'd be pleased.

For myself, the manner of
my passing is a detail,

so being excused a suicide
mission is of no consequence.

But my friend, Bill Stirling,

is afraid that, come what may,

the knives are now
officially out for him.

And he's your friend, and
your commanding officer? Aye.

That is some achievement.

Is my friend right to be
concerned about knives?

Ahem... "And in his silence,
he spoke a thousand words."

Let's drink a toast
to common sense

and second thoughts,

and see what the night brings.

You know, I can recall a drunken
conversation around a fire,

in which somebody said the
SAS was invented by a spy,

who wore Chanel dresses.

Was that you?

Er...

Well...

..these days, I prefer a
less elaborate couture,

but, erm, yes, it was I who started
this whole extraordinary process.

Which makes you, Paddy
Mayne, my offspring.

And every young German that you
strangle is on my account with God.

So you could say the SAS
is kind of a lethal poem,

from the imagination
of a deranged poet.

HE CHUCKLES

Give me that fucking flask.

APPLAUSE Brilliant! Bravo!

Thank you. We'd now like to
invite you to the floor... Ah.

..for our next
number, Fools Rush In.

Two spies at the same table.

And a secret to be revealed.

Who said that war
couldn't be fun?

French 75.

Er, er, two, please.

What?

It's going to be a
difficult evening.

What exactly is
this meeting about?

My creator, over here, said
something about the truth.

There, now, all four
of us are gathered...

..so now, we can begin.

Where exactly did
Paddy suggest we meet?

He said he was invited
somewhere fancy,

and where he goes, we
should be allowed to go.

HE WHISTLES Night-night, ladies!

Enjoy yourselves!

SOLDIERS SPEAK GERMAN

SQUEAKING

Oh, Lord.

Uh-uh. Uh-uh.

SOLDIERS SPEAK GERMAN

Ah...

Uh...

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh. Uh-uh.

Ah...

Uh!

Ah!

Tomorrow morning, intensive
preparations will begin

for the invasion of France.

Paddy Mayne and 1SAS
will be deployed to

the Highlands of
Scotland at 7am.

Which is why my boys are now
all safely tucked up in bed.

2SAS will be deployed to
Scotland in three days' time.

And to complete the
triangle, Eve Mansour

will be deployed to the
same camp a day later.

Yes, Colonel Stirling.

Eve was briefed this morning
by General de Gaulle himself,

which is why I've
called this meeting.

General de Gaulle
has ordered Eve

to act as liaison between
the British and French SAS,

who will fight together, as
part of the invasion force.

So Eve will be deployed
to the Ayrshire camp,

as will you, Colonel
Stirling. So the two of you...

..will be working
closely together.

Officers and liaisons will be
cooped up in close quarters,

living cheek by jowl
for several months.

Are you trying to make
a point of some kind?

Of a particular kind.

Allied Force HQ
have heard a rumour.

They need to know the
status of your relationship

with the new French
liaison officer.

What do Allied Force HQ
need to know exactly?

There is nothing that needs to
be known about our relationship.

This is fucking absurd.

Colonel Stirling, I ask you
again, is there anything that

needs to be known? If the rumour
is that we are sleeping together,

then the rumour is wrong.

We are not and will never.

Ah.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Not my business. Well,
it will be your business

if it affects your
preparations for invasion.

It'll be left to you
to deal with the mess.

The mess? Yes, there is a mess.

AFHQ have decided...

..to open an inquiry into your
close relationship in Italy...

..with a French spy.

OK.

OK.

Dudley Wrangel Clarke.

AFHQ's bitter little emissary
of bitter little messages.

I made the mistake of
questioning an order,

and then being proven right,
thus proving someone else wrong.

And this is how
revenge is taken.

Very well.

To avoid an entirely unnecessary,
yet embarrassing, inquiry,

I will tender my
resignation in the morning,

as I suspect you knew I would.

And you can tell
those that sent you,

the feud between the British Crown
and the ancient clan Stirling,

which began in 1715,
is entirely mutual.

And then, please...

..tell them to fuck off!

Sometimes, my job is
terribly difficult...

Ahem! ..particularly in
matters of the heart.

You fucking bastard!

That was highly entertaining.

A spiteful officer
class vendetta,

amounting to the removal
of an effective officer,

right ahead of the most
important operation of the war.

I'm just acting on instruction.

Who will replace him?
Oh, you know, someone...

..far less effective. But then, the
officer class knows that in truth,

the SAS is run by you, so...

..what do they care? You just
carry out their orders. Yes.

War's a dirty business...

..isn't it? I don't know.

I just cut throats.

I don't break hearts.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you, thank you.

We'd like to invite
you onto the floor

for a slightly livelier number.

Roll 'Em. MUSIC PLAYS

The SAS have arrived!

Ladies, the men are here!

Oh, oh, oh! Look out!

Standards must have dropped in
here, I'd say. All right, Pad?

Gentlemen, the maitre d' has
asked you to please leave.

These men are under my command.

Why would they be taking
instructions from you?

Groups of military in
uniform greater than five

are not allowed into the
restaurant and bar area.

I must have counted 25 American
soldiers, all in uniform.

That is a special celebration.

We do make exceptions. Oh,
when the bribe's right, is it?

Chewing gum, cigarettes?
Yankee dollars?

All we've got is scars.

Sir, if you need help
escorting these gentlemen out,

we are United States Marines.

I really don't think you
Brits can afford these prices.

Ha-ha-ha! HE WHISTLES

Pardon me? This is The Ritz.

I really don't think
you Brits can...

COME ON!

I owe you a stout, Reg.

You all right, sweet pea?

GUNSHOTS

Children, children,
children, children.

MY children.

Soldiers of the
Special Air Service,

you have a very
early day tomorrow...

..and you have a war to win.

Okey dokey.

Let's make tracks.

See you in Paris, sweet pea.

Gentlemen, please!

There is literally, literally,

nothing here.

Aye, there is.

Look, there's a
bush there, look.

And, er, there's a tree,

cowering in the wind.

And then there's...
there's rocks.

And above that's the sky.

And above that's God.

God never got round
to this place.

I actually think
it's quite beautiful.

And if the rest of you
fuckers would fuck off,

and if Hitler would fuck off,

then I could easily see myself
living out the rest of my days here.

What are we going
to drink, Paddy?

Melted snow and rabbit's blood.

And we're going to kill red
deer stags with our teeth.

Oh, it's going to be a grand
adventure out here, boys.

Loaded. Clear behind.

I do hope nobody was in there.

Ready...

Go!

Remember what we talked about.

Hit the bicep, hit
the nerve. Go again.

What time do you have, Pad?

Three minutes.
Absolute shite, boys.

Oi! That was you,
you fat bastard!

Load 'em up!

WATER RUNNING

Missed a spot.

Oh, shit.

INDISTINCT GERMAN CHATTER

DOG GROWLS

MUSIC PLAYS

Oh!

Halt! Oh, shit!

Ah!

SHOUTING IN GERMAN

Jesus.

Halt! Fuck!

GUN FIRES

DAVID GROANS

We have a special place
designed for men like you.

BILL: "Dear David...

"I have resigned.

"So, no Stirlings will participate
in the assault on Europe.

"Our men are gathering in great
numbers near our family home.

"They're to be trained in
a new level of total war.

"The regiment has been saved
from a certain suicide mission

"and been given one which
is merely insanely reckless.

"The men of the SAS are now in the
rough hands of your friend and mine.

"I'm sure their next adventure
will make us both proud.

"Your loving brother, Bill."

EXCITED CHATTER

Last night, I shot and
shattered a bottle of brandy

belonging to the
French battalion.

This is by way of recompense.

I learned in Africa

that my communication
with the French

is best conducted through
medium of dead deer.

Can I come in? Of course.

MUSIC PLAYS Please,
sit anywhere.

I have news.

I already know what
happened to David.

I received a letter yesterday.

He said they have sent him
to a castle in the clouds.

I believe the castle is
called Colditz Castle.

Is that bad? It's far from good.

But he will escape.

He will try, that
is fucking certain.

Actually, my news
is not about David.

In my capacity as
commanding officer,

I have been sent here to
relay to the French liaison

the exact date of the invasion
of France. Hang on, one second.

MUSIC STOPS

Tell me. The first advance party
of British SAS invasion units

will land in France...

..tonight.

I myself only found
out last night,

so I've come to tell you.

Your French boys will
be deployed tomorrow.

Then I will see you in France.

You're coming too?

How could I not?

So, who's going to
eat the fucking deer?

We will win, Paddy.

That is the intention.

Will you try to stay alive?

That is the intention.

You see, I'd quite
like to see Berlin.

And after that, who knows?

After that, you will be David's
best man at his wedding.

I will make sure of it.

That gramophone there,
is that a wind-up one?

Yes, it's all I could find here.

And you won't be needing it?

No, I won't be needing it.

Well, if you don't mind...?

Paddy, what are you going
to do with a record player,

in the middle of an invasion?

The boys are tired
of my singing.

So, if on some battlefield
between Normandy and Paris,

you hear Whiskey In The Jar
played at full volume...

..you'll know I'm close.

WINSTON CHURCHILL: We
shall not fail or falter.

We shall not weaken or tire.

Neither the sudden
shock of battle,

nor the long-drawn trials
of vigilance and exertion

will wear us down.

Give us the tools

and we will finish the job.

Paddy!

What the fuck is that?

It's a gramophone, Reggie.

A record player.

I thought it'd be nice to
have some music to listen to.

Music? Aye.

I'm going to take it
into France with us,

and then we can all listen
to some music together.

THEY LAUGH

Paddy, are you fucking mad?

Of course he's bloody
mad, we're all bloody mad.

And how do you plan on getting
that down to the ground?

Oh, I've all that
worked out, Reggie boy.

I'm going to strap
it to my left leg

and then be sure to
land on my right.

THEY LAUGH

What's the records, Pad?

MUSIC: Whiskey In The
Jar by The Dubliners

Woohoo!

♪ Well, I was going over

♪ The Cork and
Kerry mountains... ♪

Sing up! ♪ ..I saw
Captain Farrell

♪ And his money, he was counting

♪ I first produced my pistol

♪ And then produced my rapier

♪ Saying, "Stand and deliver"

♪ For I am your bold deceiver

♪ Mush-a ring
dumb-a do dumb-a da

♪ Whack for the daddy 'o

♪ Whack for the daddy 'o

♪ There's whiskey in the jar

♪ I went into my chamber

♪ For to take a slumber

♪ I dreamt of gold and jewels

♪ And for sure, it was no wonder

♪ And Jenny took my charges

♪ She filled them up with water

♪ Then sent for Captain Farrell
to be ready for the slaughter

♪ Mush-a ring
dumb-a do dumb-a da

♪ Whack for the daddy 'o

♪ Whack for the daddy 'o

♪ There's whiskey in the jar. ♪

STAND!

WINSTON CHURCHILL: You
ask, what is our aim?

I can answer in one word.

Victory. Victory at all costs,

victory in spite of all terror.

STAND...

..AND FUCKING DELIVER!

MUSIC: Walk All
Over You by AC/DC

♪ Out of my way,
I'm a-running high

♪ Take a chance with
me and a-give it a try

♪ Ain't no woman
in the world I know

♪ Walk all over you! ♪