♪ ♪ Lads, Lieutenant Chase has decided to join us.

Grenade!

GORDON: Stop treating death like one big joke.

I've lost enough mates to know it is one big joke.

I cannot hide what is inside me.

You aren't the first woman compelled by circumstance to hide their anger.

I understand you've been expecting me.

Sometimes it's necessary to trick your opponent into thinking you're more vulnerable than you actually are.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (telegraph beeping) ♪ ♪ HARRY (over radio): The Germans are moving towards us, sir!

Lance Corporal Haywood's sustained injuries to neck, chest, and hip.

Field hospital drop before return to base.

Help!

He needs help!

MEDIC: Put him there, get him down.

NURSE: Lay him down.

MEDIC: Get him down, go on.

(grunts) NURSE: That's it.

(panting, nurse talking in background) (groans) Put your head here.

MEDIC: Stay with me, put a bandage on here, right?

Lieutenant.

Sir.

German positions.

They're coming.

Well done, Chase.

You need help?

I just...

I just need to get back to my unit.

(groans) Medic!

I just need a minute.

(groans) (gasping) OFFICER: Dear God, Chase!

He needs a hospital.

Let's get him to Cairo!

Medic, now, damn it!

("Horst Wessel Lied" playing in background) (music continues) (music continues) (music ends) (applauding) (speaking German): (Rajib speaking Hindustani) Come on, come on!

Hurry up!

(jeep approaching) (men talking in background) RAJIB: Move it!

Move, move, move!

(speaking Hindustani) What's going on?

Where've you been?

Border patrol.

The Germans are closing in.

We're shipping out.

Half my men have left already.

Your unit's left, as well.

Have you seen Chase?

Took a casualty to the field hospital.

He's safe-- listen, we can't wait.

Rommel's got 500 tanks racing in our direction as we speak, with air support from a dozen Stuka squadrons.

I suggest you get on the road to Tobruk, unless you want to be here when they arrive.

SOLDIER (speaking Hindustani): You can hitch a ride with us if you need one, Sergeant.

I need to talk to Captain Briggs.

Sir!

Did the rest of Chase's men make it back?

I don't bloody know, Sergeant!

Just get to Tobruk, now!

Oy!

Oy!

Oh... Sir, wait!

Sir!

Come on, come on!

Looks like we're your last ride out of here!

Come and join a real regiment.

Come on!

Go to Hell.

(chuckles) Hey.

Welcome to the British Indian Army!

(engine starts) (speaking Hindustani) JAN: I think Harry would be...

Here now.

KASIA: The R.A.F.

will have to be providing air cover and soften the Germans before Harry and the boys can attack.

JAN: You mean kill them.

(Kasia imitating bombing) Kill as many as we can!

(giggles) Kasia, uh, Jan has homework, I believe.

(music playing softly in background) (Vera crying in distance) Kasia, could you speak to Jan about warfare with a little less relish?

All young men are bloodthirsty.

They don't need any encouraging.

(Vera crying) And is there perhaps any possibility that your enthusiasm for the good fight extends to doing battle with your husband's baby?

I thought we had established I'm not a good example to the young.

Ah.

(Vera crying) Ah, Joyce.

Vera has been making herself known for quite some time now.

I've the tea to get on, Mrs. Chase, and Jan is doing his homework in there, so...

Yes, well, I'm sure the tea can wait for ten minutes.

I've not done the beds yet.

And I think it does Vera the world of good to get her lungs going.

Joyce, I appreciate your relentless positivity and the vast extent of your responsibilities, but in these challenging times, we might all just pull together.

What about young Mrs. Chase?

Yes, can we not call her young Mrs. Chase?

And I'm afraid Kasia considers it beneath her.

But it's all right for a skivvy, is that it?

Oh, for goodness' sake, Joyce, please, let's not recreate the Jarrow March over a simple request to change a nappy-- just do it, will you?

I won't be spoken to like that!

You can stick your bloody job!

Joyce, do you know what I love about the house you keep?

Always full of life-- always something going on.

Well, I try to always give it a good shake.

You know?

Like a eiderdown.

Quite-- will you get your mother a bunch of flowers tonight?

A treat, from me, for giving the world such a useful daughter.

And why don't you take the rest of the day off, hm?

Of course.

Thank you, sir.

See you tomorrow, Mrs. Chase.

Hm.

(chuckles) (door closes) I hope, uh, I didn't overstep the mark there.

Oh, no, no, no.

As ever, you saved the day.

Hm.

(Vera cooing) (music playing softly) She is changed now, so she should be quiet.

Good, thank you-- James is back.

So I see.

JAN: Sir James!

How was London?

We heard there was bombing!

Oh, well, uh, not near Whitehall.

KASIA: Come quick!

They're talking about North Africa on the radio.

(newscaster speaking on radio) ...Armored Division under the brilliant leadership of Lieutenant Colonel John Combe soon had the Italian Tenth Army fleeing from East Libya and evacuating Benghazi without a fight.

Our British lads, backed up by our brave Australian brothers, took the road to Benghazi with no more trouble than a charabanc excursion to Blackpool.

The Italian army is in such poor condition to resist even at the Gates of Tripoli.

(radio continues, people talking in background) PEARL: Lois, there's wounded men on the way, coming in from Libya.

Dozens.

I will fix it if it bloody kills me.

Really?

No, no.

Not hungry.

You'll keel over at this rate.

(plane passing) (engine starts) Ha, you beautiful beast!

NEWSCASTER: ...left behind.

Empire troops in Libya are daily engaged in ferocious fire and air battles with the German military machine.

Each dawn brings a new attack from wave upon wave of the Luftwaffe's crack pilots... Lois?

NEWSCASTER: ...as German Panzer divisions...

Sorry.

What is it?

Harry's in Libya.

Harry?

An old flame?

Something like that.

♪ ♪ Right, Private Rogers.

How are we gonna get you down without putting weight on that ankle?

(metal clattering) (water pouring) DOCTOR (speaking German): ASTRID: DOCTOR: MARGA: DOCTOR: MARGA: ASTRID: DOCTOR: ♪ ♪ (paper ripped away) MAN (over radio): David, keep hidden by the storm till you're over France.

When you break cover, the Germans will open fire.

That way, you can pinpoint their gun positions for us.

DAVID: So you sent me here to get shot at, sir?

MAN: As I recall, you volunteered, David.

Stay in the storm over the channel, and you'll at least give yourself a chance.

(thunder clapping) Going dark, sir.

MAN (over radio): Good luck, David.

DAVID: Over Northern France, breaking cover to find those guns.

Heading down now, coordinates 50 north, 30 west.

(engine roaring) (exhales) (breathing heavily) I have a visual on the town.

Flak!

Germans firing at me, sir.

We're going the wrong way.

Captain Briggs is taking the Derna road to Tobruk.

We should be doing the same, shouldn't we?

We have orders to catch up with the supply trucks going to Msus.

But that's the wrong way, that, that means we're heading south, directly towards the enemy.

Southeast.

We're heading southeast.

Those are our orders.

(explosion roars, man yelps) (guns firing, men calling) RAJIB: Get out, get out, get out!

(all calling) (guns firing, explosion roars) (men calling) (guns firing) (men calling, bullets whizzing) I'm out.

(men calling, guns firing) Are we surrendering, sir?

Not a chance.

We are more help to my men fighting than as prisoners.

Come on.

(guns firing) (explosion roars) (talking softly) ♪ ♪ (softly): Elias Fischer.

(whistling in distance) (case shuts) (whistling, footsteps approach) (door opens) (whistling continues) (whistling stops) JAN (calling): Sir James!

Coming!

(whistling resumes, door opens, shuts) (panting) DAVID: Mission accomplished-- German gun positions confirmed.

Heading back to base with a song in my heart, sir.

MAN (over radio): Roger that.

(classic music playing in background) (talking softly) (laughing) (music continues) ♪ ♪ Have you heard about Warsaw?

(sighs): The ghetto for Jews, yes, I know.

You don't seem surprised.

I was there, remember?

Nothing surprises me anymore.

Hm.

Perhaps you surprise me.

Really?

Well, in a good way or a bad way?

Whatever you're thinking... (unloading pistol) You're military intelligence.

What?

I can assure you I am nothing of the sort.

Elias Fischer?

You're either military intelligence or you're a spy.

You're not a spy.

Too careless, as you can see.

I fought in the Resistance in Warsaw.

I belong there, where I can make a difference-- get me home.

I'm afraid that's not in my gift...

I belong in Poland.

It's out of the question.

♪ ♪ (dogs barking, people talking in background) (people talking in background) LUC (speaking French): ALBERT: (exclaiming) LUC: ALBERT: LUC: ALBERT: LUC: ALBERT: ♪ ♪ (men laughing and talking in background) Care to explain the missing morphine, Nurse Gerbois?

I sent it to the university hospital.

They need it, we need sulfonamide.

It's a straight swap.

And you chose not to mention this to me because?

I didn't want to explain why we need so many antibacterials.

And why is that?

Well, it appears the brothels of Paris have never been so busy since your troops arrived.

We have something of a gonorrhea epidemic on our hands.

Your men have been coming to us, instead of your own medics.

Isn't that right, soldier?

In future, you will inform me of any such arrangements.

(people talking in background, planes passing) ♪ ♪ (man coughing) (man coughing) (talking in distance) You're kidding.

If the keys are in the jeep, then we stand a good chance.

Ammo?

No.

Ammo?

No.

Ammo?

Oh, hold up.

No.

Just to be clear, sir, we got no bullets in our guns, and you suggest we nick a jeep off two Germans?

We have no food.

No water.

I'd rather a quick death than a slow one.

I'd rather not die at all.

(men speaking German) (door shuts) (engine grinds) Come on.

(engine grinds) Come on.

They've seen us-- go, go now!

(yelling in German) (moans) Yes, yes, go, go, go, go, go, go!

(rifles firing) (bullets whizzing and clanging) (gunfire fades) (laughs): Yes!

Yes!

Yes!

Yes!

(laughs) (laughing) ASTRID (speaking German): MARGA: ASTRID: MARGA: (sighs) ASTRID: (metal clanging) (shuts book) (Vera crying loudly) Vera, Vera, please, don't be so stubborn.

It's a trait of your mother's, and I really wish you wouldn't indulge.

I don't know much about babies, but logical reasoning might work, I suppose.

I'm past caring, to be honest.

Are you having a sherry?

(Vera crying) Uh, no, it's a little late for me, thank you.

(shushing): Come on, now.

Oh, I'm not sure that's entirely ethical.

Oh, it's a drop of sherry, it's hardly a scene from Hogarth.

Come here.

Ah, oh, oh.

(Vera cooing) You rather have the knack.

Or is it just experience?

Oh, uh, nieces and nephews.

But, uh, never been married myself.

Oh, that does surprise me.

Well, I came close once or twice, but, uh, the timing was wrong.

Or the circumstances, or the woman.

Nice to have a choice in the matter.

Oh, we all have a choice in the matter, don't we?

Well, when my husband proposed, I was a young woman and I felt obliged to say yes.

It was nothing to do with choice, or love, for that matter.

Well, perhaps next time, you'll give love a chance.

(laughs): Next time?

Oh, goodness, no!

I don't think there'll be a next time.

I don't see why not.

A woman like you can't be short of suitors.

(laughs) No, no, no, no, no.

Love is far too chaotic for me.

And I'm not really sure that it's good for anybody.

Well, it's given you a beautiful granddaughter.

Who nobody loves.

Oh, I don't think that's true.

You're just sentimental.

How's it going with Kasia?

Any bonds forming with Vera yet?

Maternal instincts rising to the fore?

You've shown more maternal instincts in the last five minutes than she has in the last five months.

I've never been called maternal before.

(chuckles) I just don't think it's in her nature.

And even if it was, she's made it very clear she doesn't want to be here.

Hm.

(men talking in distance) Congratulations, sir-- you lived through another mission.

This time, it's going to get a little bumpy, sir.

It's rather the point, isn't it?

I wouldn't say that, sir.

I've grown very fond of you this last week.

(chuckles) Besides we can't afford to lose another plane.

The R.A.F.

have been trying to kill me for years, mate.

Every time I survive, they give me a more dangerous job.

And you're still not getting the message, to quit while you're ahead?

What you thinking, sir?

That it'd be a tragedy if yours was the last face I saw.

You're so bloody ugly.

Go (muted) yourself, sir.

(plane engines running in background) (exhales) ♪ ♪ (birds calling in distance) Morning, dearest.

Letter home?

Uh, fuel consumption.

Can we make it to Tobruk?

There are too many unknown variables.

Like what?

Like I have no idea where we are.

(sighs) (engine running in distance) One of ours?

No such luck.

(engine starts) (tires squealing) (glass and metal crashing) (Bruno yelps) (moans) (breathing heavily) (Bruno moans) (speaking German): (grunting) (metal rattling) (grunting) (Stan coughing softly) DAVID: Mission accomplished.

(explosions pound) (gunfire blasting, metal breaking) (engine running) (engine grinding) (engine stops) (breathing heavily) (gasping) (grunting) (airplane crashes) There's water.

Enough for three?

Why three?

We cannot just leave him out here.

Well, what do you suggest we do with him?

It's not like we've got any rope.

Take off your clothes.

I beg your pardon.

Well, he cannot escape if he has no clothing or water.

Take off your clothes.

(David panting) (vehicle approaching) (man speaking German) (vehicle door closes) (man speaking German) (buckles clattering) (groaning) (men speaking German) (grunting) (people talking in background) (Miles speaking French) (man coughing) MILES: Huh?

(men exclaiming) (man calls in background) MILES (speaking French): SOLDIER: (speaking German): (people talking in background) (men murmuring and exclaiming) MILES (speaking French): (Albert gagging) (men exclaim) MILES: (shouting): Hé, Albert!

(men speaking German) ♪ ♪ (coughs) (panting softly) (wind howling) Mmm?

You're as bad as Harry.

Because I won't let a man starve?

He's the enemy.

He's a boy.

Letting him live will not alter the outcome of the war.

Like I said, just like Harry.

It's not even your war.

Now you sound like my brother.

Yeah, well, they ain't dropping bombs on Delhi, are they?

If Britain loses this war, then Germany isn't going to turn India down, is it?

They won't need to bomb Delhi.

They just need Britain to lose.

(classical music playing in background) (people talking and laughing in background) GREISER (speaking German): MARGA: GREISER: (laughing) MARGA: GREISER: ♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) (door opens) (door closes) (heels click) (belt unbuckling, buttons undoing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (audio distorts) (pendulum echoing) (footsteps retreating, stop) GREISER: (crying) MARGA: (door opens) (door closes) (breath trembles) ALBERT (speaking French): (dogs barking in distance) LUC: ALBERT: LUC: ALBERT: (dogs barking) LUC: ALBERT: ("In a Sentimental Mood" playing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ LUC: (music stops) ALBERT: LUC: ALBERT: (crickets chirping, owl hooting) (grunts) LUC: (speaking French) ♪ ♪ (window closes) (dogs barking) ♪ ♪ (phone ringing in background) ♪ ♪ (glass breaking) MÖLLER (speaking French): (man calling in distance) (man speaking German) (classical music playing in background) GREISER: (talking softly, music continues) ♪ ♪ (door opens, footsteps approach) JAMES: Kasia.

I'm not making any promises, but I may be able to help you.

To get back to Warsaw.

No, I can't do that.

Then you're wasting my time.

I hear you have nightmares.

What has that got to do with you?

I know you're not in tip-top shape mentally, yet I'm risking offering you something.

The least you can do is listen to what it is before discounting it out of hand.

Have you lost anyone in this war?

No.

Hmm.

Because I lost everyone I cared for in the last war.

Next question.

What is it?

Your offer.

What if I were to recruit you to work for me here?

To do what?

Well, to fight, of course, but here-- to help me root out enemy agents.

Is that why you're here?

Well, partially.

The weather in Manchester is a big draw.

Are you serious?

There would be training.

It would be demanding.

(quickly): I'll do it.

♪ ♪ Lois?

(whispering): Hello, Harry.

What are you doing in Egypt?

I could ask you the same thing.

I was on a mission, I was injured.

Me, too.

That's how I ended up here.

I don't understand.

Vera's fine, by the way.

She's with your mother.

And Kasia.

I still don't understand why you're here.

You know when we met up in Manchester, and I told you why it was important to me that you were happy.

You said you wanted to put things right.

Yeah.

Well, I wanted to put things right because I, I didn't want to be around anymore.

And I didn't know how I was gonna do it, but I wanted to end everything.

I wanted to end my life.

God, Lois.

You really thought that?

I had nothing.

I had no one.

You had Vera.

And all I could think about is how I was gonna damage her.

How could you even think that?

I know this is hard.

And I know that it's even harder because of what your dad did.

But I need you to know, I'm not thinking like that anymore.

I'm not saying I'm not feeling, like, lost.

But I am fighting back.

And this, me being here, that is part of me fighting back.

I'm so sorry.

You must have felt so lonely.

It was Kasia who made me realize I had to get away.

How is she?

How is Jan?

And Grzegorz?

They're all fine, Harry.

That's the difference between us, Harry.

You've got somebody to miss.

Somebody waiting.

In that case, maybe you and I could swap uniforms, and I could take the next ship out, disguised as you.

(both chuckle) Nice try, but you haven't got the legs for it.

(both chuckle) I thought you'd be mad that I was here.

No.

No, I'm sad.

Sad that you feel like this is what you have to do.

And sad that you got so low, you thought Vera would be better off without you.

And I'm sad we've made this mess between us.

Lois, you're part of me.

And I'm part of you.

You always will be.

And I'm fighting this war for you just as much as for Kasia and Vera.

(sighs) I want you to know that.

I don't need you to say that, Harry.

This is our war, as much as it's yours.

Find your own reason to fight, Harry.

Just don't do it for me.

♪ ♪ (grunts softly) (panting) (men speaking German) ♪ ♪ (engine humming) ♪ ♪ STAN: Stepney Town Hall, dance night, Saturday, November 2, 1936.

My mate Kev said a bird had started going regular.

(muted) (tires squeal) (engine stops) He's escaped.

You didn't see him?

Well, it's lightened the load.

We have to go back.

Oh, (muted) that.

He's made his choice.

In his underwear, with no water?

He must've fallen out.

Well, either way, we can't go back.

That is precisely what we are going to do.

Well, look where we are, sir!

This is nowhere.

Turn the vehicle around.

We are running on fumes as it is.

Do you even know how far Tobruk is from here?

That's an order, Sergeant.

We're at war!

With them!

And if we behave like them, what will we be if we win?

Alive, that's what!

(engine starts) (sighs) You refused once before accepting my invitation to evacuate.

Didn't want to travel with brown-skinned men?

I'm not like that.

Don't make me out to be like that.

Then why did you refuse?

I was just trying... You knew you would be safer with the whites.

I should be, really be surprised that it was the Indian regiment who were ordered to escort a supply truck near the enemy lines.

The value of a life is the value of a life is the value of a life.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (panting) BRUNO (speaking German): (engine grinding) We walk.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ SOLDIER: Watch out!

(soldiers shouting in distance) STAN (weakly): Help.

Help, we need some help over here.

SOLDIER: Get some water, quickly.

STAN: Him.

Help him.

He's a British officer!

You're supposed to go to him.

You go to him!

(yelling): You're supposed to go to him!

You go to him!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ You mustn't make a sound.

There are ears everywhere.

KASIA: She hates the Nazis as much as I do.

Isn't that exactly what a spy would say?

You will discipline your men or you will all face the consequences!

HARRY: We hold the line, at all costs.

What is he doing?

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