♪ ♪ We will have to leave tonight.
TAM: Your enemy now looks like your friend.
JAMES: You know what you found, you know what you saw.
You did your duty.
(applauding) Sir.
You will discipline your men, or you will all face the consequences!
RAJIB: I'm sure that if you were to salute me, as is proper, my men would gladly obey.
STAN: What is he doing?
HARRY: We hold the line, at all costs.
At all costs, sir?
(plane approaching) (guns firing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (telegraph beeping) ♪ ♪ (water dripping) BERTHAUD: Mademoiselle.
(men talking in distance, gun fires) (in French): ♪ ♪ (shell whistling) (explosions blasting) (shell whistles) (explosion pounds) (debris falling) (explosions rumbling) (airplane roaring in distance) You forgot the other half, sir.
You forgot the other half, sir.
The water distillery got hit, so... (all murmuring) We're on half rations for the foreseeable.
(muttering) We were on half rations before.
And half rations before that.
I haven't had a #*#*#*#* in weeks, sir.
HARRY: Yes.
Yes, I'm afraid we're being besieged by Germans in the middle of the desert.
(sighs) Water's off the menu.
(explosion roars) (air raid siren wailing) PEARL: Lois!
We're all on double shifts, come on!
Move yourself.
I'm coming, I'm coming.
(air raid siren wailing) (engine stops) Let's get these lads unloaded.
(people talking in background) Bloody hell, Lois.
My bones are still rattling.
(person falls, baby babbling) LOIS: That woman!
She's collapsed!
PEARL: Can I get a stretcher, please?
All right?
MAN: Stretcher!
(whispering): Oh, it's all right.
Pearl, get her some water.
(babbles) She's dead.
♪ ♪ (plane passing) (baby cooing) (people talking in background) LOIS: Hey, hey, love.
(crying) It's okay, darling.
(Lois shushing) I could only find powdered.
We'll have to get him to Cairo.
There'll be an orphanage there.
You don't mind driving, do you?
That's a whole day out of action.
This is why we don't help them, because we can't.
I'm not just gonna leave a baby to bloody die, am I?
(sighs): There's a village near here, isn't there?
Can't we leave him with someone there?
They can't even feed themselves.
Isn't that the whole problem?
It makes me wild.
What does any of this got to do with any of these poor people?
Why are we fighting our war on their land?
No.
No, he's best off at the orphanage.
They'll look after him.
We owe him that.
(fussing) (airplane engine struggling, David panting) (branches hitting, David panting rapidly) (airplane crashing) (grunting) (gasping) (panting) (breath trembling) (audio distorted): It's all right.
You're safe.
(normal audio resumes): You're safe.
Yes.
(inhales deeply) Yes, the farm.
(whispering): I remember.
(chickens clucking) (exhales) Are you sure we can trust them?
They're risking their lives for us.
I'm not ungrateful.
Habit of thought.
Hiding for so long.
I don't know how you survived.
I don't remember much.
Only the pain and the hunger.
And you, of course.
♪ ♪ IRENA: I don't understand any of this.
I walk my dog.
How many times?
I tell you again and again.
I don't understand.
(door opens) (speaking Polish): (door closes) She's very good.
Same story for days now.
Not a flicker.
KASIA: I followed you.
I saw the drop and I found the drawings.
I know what you are.
Do you realize what you've done?
You've drawn them a map, a target.
They know exactly where to bomb.
And every person that they kill, well, you might as well have shot them yourself.
(door opens) Miss Tomaszeski?
A word.
Well, I'm impressed.
We've thrown the book at her.
Nothing.
But you... (typewriters clacking in background) She won't be immune to you.
I think the best thing for her now is to work for us.
It's simple enough-- she continues in her activities, but she alters the drawings.
She sends them false plans.
You must turn her.
How?
She doesn't trust me now.
Appeal to her sense of shame.
If she has any.
She is a traitor, after all.
♪ ♪ (explosions rumbling in distance) (airplanes passing) Bloody gnats.
(explosions pounding in distance) George.
Did you cover your tracks?
Sir.
Did you sweep the whole path?
Are you absolutely sure?
All it takes is one set of tracks.
Even the slightest trace can kill ten of my men.
Do you think of home?
Right at this very moment, someone is being shot.
For being a Pole, or a Jew.
(speaking Polish): In English.
(voice breaking): Of course I care.
There is a way to atone.
You can work for us.
If you have the courage.
If you have the heart.
(crying): You don't know what you're saying.
(sniffles) KASIA: Would you please get her some water?
(door closes) IRENA (speaking Polish): (crying): KASIA: IRENA: (inhales) (crying): (crying, sniffling) (crying) KASIA: IRENA: KASIA: IRENA: (door opens) (door closes) More of the same-- she was just walking her dog.
(softly): She's too frightened here.
Let me take her home.
I think she'll speak if she feels safe.
(explosions rumbling in distance) (wind blowing) (airplane approaching) (breathing heavily) (airplane engine continues) (transforms to bird cry) (bird calling, audio distorting) RAJIB: Chase!
Chase!
(footsteps approaching, normal audio resumes) RAJIB: Chase, what are you doing?
You've swept this path at least ten times.
You're dehydrated.
Oh, Christ.
Get out of the sun.
God knows, we're all on the brink.
We've got to keep a grip.
For the men-- for our sanity.
It will take them days to repair that distillery.
Let's see if we can't find a well.
Think of what it will do for morale.
Morale comes from knowing we can withstand anything.
Even a siege.
We sit tight.
No, no, no, the men.
The men need a mission.
The men?
All right, yes, yes, I need one.
HARRY: Listen, I propose a patrol, tonight, to find a well.
And some Germans guarding it.
Chase, you're in no fit state to lead a patrol.
Men, your lieutenant has sunstroke.
Come on, who's in?
Or you could stay here.
I think tonight's entertainment is counting flies and #*#*#*#*#*#*#* sticks.
STAN: Nope-- counting flies.
George?
All right, me, George-- anyone else?
Basu, good-- who else?
They're repairing the distillery as we speak.
At most, it'll be 48 hours.
Come on.
We can stick it out.
HARRY: Who else is in?
(explosions pounding in distance) (sighs) All bloody right.
But I'm putting in for overtime.
Hit the lane, lads.
SOLDIER: Right, come on, lads.
You've been crying again.
I keep thinking of my brother.
He was arrested.
They put him in Romainville.
We had to get him out, quickly.
A Jew and a Communist.
(voice trembles): I don't know if he's still alive, if he got away.
(inhales) You read the newspapers.
The persecution and the hate.
You want to weep, to rage, but then, on the next page, you read the cricket scores.
I'm ashamed.
Ashamed?
You're fighting for us.
I'm a boy playing soldiers.
You didn't understand.
How can anyone understand?
(James sighs) (fire crackling) ROBINA: I can't think where Kasia could be.
She's not usually out this late.
Huh.
She doesn't strike me as the flighty type.
Not flighty, no.
More, um, feeling.
Passionate.
For my son, certainly.
Well, she's an interesting young woman.
(chuckles) I have always remarked that when talking to women about women, a man will always call a woman "interesting" when what he actually means is that she's beautiful.
Well, she's a beauty, yes.
You seem very interested in her.
I am interested in her character.
I, I assure you, that's all.
And why is that?
(thread snaps) Mm...
I'm something of a washerwoman.
I'm nosy and love a good gossip.
I don't believe you for a moment.
But I'm tired, and in no mood for conversation.
Good night, Mr. Danemere.
Good, good night.
IRENA (speaking Polish): KASIA: IRENA: KASIA: ♪ ♪ (sighs) IRENA: (whimpers) (crying): KASIA: (inhales deeply) IRENA: KASIA: IRENA: KASIA: IRENA: (crying): (footsteps approaching slowly) MADAME BERTHAUD (in French): HENRIETTE: Some stew.
DAVID (speaking French): HENRIETTE (speaking French): MADAME BERTHAUD: BERTHAUD: Shh.
(whispering): MADAME BERTHAUD: BERTHAUD: (speaking English): Softly-- shh.
MADAME BERTHAUD (in French): (gasps) (whispering in English): God save the king!
DAVID (speaking French): (brandy pouring) ♪ ♪ HARRY (quietly): Two Italians.
Guarding a well, I'd guess.
STAN: Just two?
We can take two.
♪ ♪ HARRY: Put your guns down!
RAJIB: On your knees.
(soldiers speaking Italian) On your knees.
HARRY: Put your weapons down!
(speaking Italian) GEORGE: Here!
Sit here and shut up!
Sit down and shut up!
(soldiers speaking Italian) (speaking Italian) GEORGE: Shut up!
STAN: All right, all right, all right.
Georgie, give 'em a fag.
(water pouring) (spits) (coughs) Oil deposits.
It'll have to be purified.
Rowan, Tucker, get engineers and reinforcements.
We'll hold the site.
(laughing loudly) BERTHAUD (speaking French): (Madame Berthaud exhales) MADAME BERTHAUD: BERTHAUD: HENRIETTE: (mutters) (drunkenly): God save the king.
BERTHAUD: Shh!
DAVID (calling softly): BERTHAUD (whispering): Softly.
Soft.
Shh!
♪ ♪ Shall we go dancing?
The night is young.
I know a cozy spot in Mayfair with a decent band.
You'll have to lead.
♪ ♪ (gasps) The world is spinning.
It's the nearness of you.
God save the king.
Vive la France.
Shh!
Shh... Softly.
Softly.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (trolley bell ringing) (inhales sharply) (gasps): Irena.
Irena.
♪ ♪ (Kasia reading in Polish) (exhales) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (sighs) (laughs) What if I were to stay?
In France.
Could they use a chap like me?
Your network.
There is no network.
Just people, doing what they can.
Trying.
So how do you know who to trust?
You don't.
You mustn't-- ever.
But you could lie low-- keep your head down.
I only know that the thought of doing nothing is unbearable.
What if you were to teach me some French?
I remember a little from school.
(speaking French uncertainly): HENRIETTE (correcting): DAVID: Exactly.
HENRIETTE: Mm-hmm.
HENRIETTE: DAVID (speaking poorly): Mm-hmm.
DAVID: HENRIETTE: DAVID (struggling): There's no such word.
Yeah, it means locksmith.
DAVID (struggling): (chuckles): Look, I'll need to practice.
You'd be discovered and shot within a week.
What will happen now?
Well, um... Well, the best thing for her son is that we carry on as before.
We make the drop, same time, same place.
They won't suspect a thing.
And it's a dead letterbox.
They've no idea what she looks like.
You know, all rather useful for us, in fact-- simpler.
Simpler.
Forgive me.
She was your friend.
Too easy to slip into war games; I apologize.
You always know the right thing to say.
♪ ♪ (man speaking Italian in background) STAN: Eileen.
♪ ♪ (shell rumbling) (explosion roars, guns firing) Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up!
Get up, get up, get up!
(guns firing, men shouting) (explosion pounds) How many?
(bellows): How many are there?!
I can't see!
Can't see a damn thing!
(bullets whizzing) (guns firing) To the left!
Suppress fire!
Oh, this (muted) sand!
STAN: Keep them pinned down while I strip it.
RAJIB: On the left, on the left!
They're coming in close.
HARRY: Stop pissing around, Sergeant, and get up here!
(guns firing, bullets whizzing) RAJIB: George, the Italians, get after them!
I hate this bloody desert!
(guns firing) (gun rattling) (grunts) RAJIB: I have the German pinned down!
George, grab his gun!
(audio distorting) Stan.
(whimpering) RAJIB: Chase, Chase!
Get out of the fire!
(crying) SOLDIER: Sir, get down!
Please, get down, sir!
(panting) RAJIB: Harry, get down!
(shrieking): Harry!
(normal audio resumes, bullets whizzing) SOLDIER: Sir, you need to get down!
Sir, you need to get down!
♪ ♪ So you fight for the English?
Hey, Indian.
(speaking German): HARRY: BRANDT: (laughs) What's he saying?
Ignore him.
You want some?
BRANDT (speaking German): Want some, you (muted)?
Huh?
You want some?!
George, get off him!
All right!
(spits) HARRY: Keep your mouth shut.
(speaking German): The Kraut should dig his grave.
HARRY: He will.
Rajib, head back to base with the men.
♪ ♪ HARRY (speaking German): BRANDT: HARRY: Give me that.
Turn around.
(knot tying) (knot cinches) Sit where I can see you.
Don't say a word.
You British.
Declaring war for the Poles.
(clears throat) (spits) Vermin.
(speaking German): (Harry grunts, shovel clatters) HARRY (softly): Shut your mouth.
(Harry speaking German) Shut your mouth.
Shut your filthy, (muted), obscene Hun mouth!
I pulled the trigger.
But you, you, my friend, you killed him.
Shut the (muted) up!
You killed him.
Shut the (muted) up!
You killed him!
You killed him!
(screams) (fires) (panting) (quietly): It...
It was what you wanted.
It was what you wanted.
(weeping) ROBINA: ♪ Dear Lord and Father of mankind ♪ ♪ Forgive our foolish ways ♪ (Vera crying) ♪ Reclothe us in ♪ ♪ Our rightful mind ♪ ♪ In purer lives your service find ♪ (Vera crying) ♪ In deeper reverence ♪ ♪ Praise ♪ (crying stops) ♪ In deeper ♪ ♪ Reverence ♪ ♪ Praise ♪ (audio distorts) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (air raid siren blaring) PEARL: Lois!
Major shout, all hands!
WOMAN: Come on, let's go, let's go!
(normal audio resumes) PEARL: All hands, Lois!
Chief says all trucks on the road now!
There are men bleeding to death while you're sat there-- Lois!
We'll have to take him to the village.
Get in!
We'll take him on the way.
It's okay, sweetheart, you'll be safe there.
BERTHAUD (speaking French): The Germans, they patrol, so, softly.
HENRIETTE (speaking French): BERTHAUD: (Berthaud chuckling) HENRIETTE: DAVID: BERTHAUD: (animals squeaking) Oh, dear God.
(chuckles): Rats.
♪ ♪ (exhales) ROBINA: Well, I daresay, we must thank you, Sir James.
JAMES: Oh, really, there's no need.
But I have no appetite for it.
It seems indecent.
It, it was a gift, I assure you, entirely legitimate.
The... (exhales) No strings were pulled, no arms were twisted.
There was, there was no pilfering.
No nod, no wink, no Masonic handshake.
Nothing was pulled from...
Yes, thank you, you've made your point.
Shall I carve?
Yes!
Please.
Well, it would be criminal to waste it.
Oh, my goodness.
(chuckles) Miss Spicer has excelled herself.
KASIA (speaking Polish): (voice rising): JAMES (calmly): KASIA: ROBINA: Enough, enough, enough!
You will speak English at my table.
Jan, go and play.
No.
Jan!
You will tell me this minute what's going on here.
Explain yourselves!
I have been working for MI5 for this man.
There was a Polish woman, I befriended her, and now she's dead.
She was passing information to the Germans.
If she didn't, they would kill her son.
And she was afraid.
So very afraid for him and...
I didn't believe her, but... No.
I did believe her, in my heart.
But you are not allowed to have a heart, you are not allowed to have the, the smallest human decency!
And you sit here, smiling, and joking, eating and... How does guilt not choke you?
Hm?
(speaking Polish): She took her own life.
It was her choice.
(chuckles bitterly) I regret it, of course.
But I respect... No, we, you-- I put her in an impossible position.
You're being a child.
The Nazis have put all of us in an impossible position.
I don't understand you.
Of course, you don't-- you can't.
To you, war is an obscenity, an atrocity.
But for me, for men of my generation, it is familiar.
Every day, in the trenches, we walked past the body of a fellow officer.
A friend.
His face had been blown off by a shell.
We had no means of burying him.
We didn't even cover him.
We walked past him every day.
And we looked the other way.
Now, you might think that callous.
But really, it was a kind of courage.
An acceptance of our lot.
The... ...horror was... ...and could not be denied.
We knew at any moment that faceless body could be one of us.
We saw.
But we did not look.
If you can find this same, cold courage, then maybe you will survive this war intact.
DAVID: How do you say, "I love you"?
In French.
I think you know.
Everyone knows that.
I just want to hear you say it.
Even if it's not true.
I'm going to go back to Paris.
It's a new hospital, where the Germans don't know me.
It's easier-- no one questions a nurse.
I can help more people.
I think it was less painful when you were dislocating my shoulder.
And you must go back.
To my squadron, yes.
Yes, I must.
How long will it take to heal?
A few weeks.
A few weeks.
And what about my heart?
Don't be sad.
The scratching of rats will always make me think of you.
(laughs) ♪ ♪ Don't forget me.
Please, don't ever forget me.
(footsteps approaching) JAMES: Mrs. Chase.
I owe you an apology.
Lying and deceiving.
All part of the job, I'm afraid.
Grubby, yes.
Necessary, also.
Oh.
I forgive that-- naturally, we're at war.
But war is a man's business.
Women have no place in it.
So I would thank you for keeping my son's wife out of it.
For that, I make no apologies.
She is an experienced fighter.
It would be a crime not to make use of her.
She is a wife.
Her duties are here, at home.
She may crave adventure.
She may seek revenge, she may simply wish to be "useful."
Isn't that the phrase they all use?
But wars are not fought for the gratification of hungry young women.
There is a time for ambition and there is a time for sacrifice.
Women are the keepers of the home.
It's the bedrock of our society.
If we let that slip, then what on Earth are our men fighting for?
Though, if I may say, what an unconscionable waste of talent.
If this war was put in your hands, you would win it by Christmas.
Oh... Flattery, Sir James.
I have to go to London for a while, I'm not sure how long.
I would hate to leave things so, um...
Unfriendly between us.
Well, you have made your apology and I have accepted it.
♪ ♪ Could you ask your colleague, please, to come and see me?
I wish to talk to her.
♪ ♪ RAJIB (speaking Sanskrit): (speaking English): Lead us from illusion to the real.
Lead us from darkness to light.
Lead us from death to eternal life.
♪ ♪ If anyone's got any booze, I'll give him a quid for it.
(explosions pounding in distance) (explosions continue) Robina, please, I... Don't turn Jan out.
I will leave, if it, if you wish it, but, but please...
I'm sorry, truly sorry.
No, no, no, no, I'm afraid we've gone beyond that.
I don't want an apology.
I want nothing less than your binding assurance that there will be no more of these war games.
No more of this work.
And unless you can give me your absolute assurance, I'm afraid you and your brother will have to leave.
I give you my word.
I will give it up, all of it.
Mm.
The bombs may rain down upon us.
The war will rage on around us.
But in this house, we will have peace.
Vera will have peace.
Jan will have peace.
PEARL (softly): Lois?
Lois, it's your shift.
I dreamt the baby died.
You did everything you could for him.
No, not that baby.
My baby.
(crying): I dreamt that my baby died.
Your baby?
You left your baby?
(crying): I wasn't a good mum to her.
I broke my, I broke my dad's heart.
What about the father?
What about him?
No one expects nothing of him, do they?
It's the women that have to carry it all.
Everything's our burden.
Everything's our fault.
(sniffles) You can't be free.
You, you can't ever cut the cord.
It's not the baby's fault.
It's not her fault.
She didn't ask to be born.
What's her name?
Vera.
(sobbing) Vera.
(sniffs) I won't be needing this no more.
(sniffles): I'm going home to my Vera.
Unless you've got a bottle of whisky, my friend, I don't know why you're here.
The German prisoner.
Heard he escaped.
Yes, that's right.
He ran off into the night.
And it's not murder, then, if the desert killed him.
Murder?
Isn't that what we're here for?
GEORGE: It's only beer.
Beer is booze.
(guns firing in distance) (chuckles) Beer and revenge.
The coward's arsenal.
Your men have lost their sergeant.
They need you.
Pull yourself together, man.
For God's sake.
It's the beginning of the end.
Drinking alone.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ I've come to take Vera home.
This is her home!
Are you sure we don't just run and disappear?
JAMES: There will be no turning back.
You don't even know when your own wife is lying to you.
What is it that you're even doing here?
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