Doctor...
Ipecac! That would get us through. We'd give it to some of the boys...
You've gone crazy. - The Germans will go crazy when they think it's typhus.
You can't fake typhus! - We can fake it enough to get us through.
I'll get a couple of the lads.
How's our little darlin', then, eh?
You're a devil, Merrihew!
When the war's over, you ought to go into white slavery. With me.
How do you feel? - Christ, bleedin' awful!
Good.
I'll take these prisoners to Tobruk. The Doctor says it's contagious.
They must go to hospital.
We have two prisoners with typhus. They are very ill.
Yes. He wants to talk to the Doctor. - He doesn't speak German.
The English Doctor says it's contagious
and we must go to the hospital.
Hauptmann Schroeder, ask the doctor to make a smear test.
Test it.
Rommel.
Doctor...
How is the pain? - Better, General.
Feeling better? - Yes, thank you.
This is the captured English doctor with his sick men.
May I translate for you?
Not necessary. Good of you to help. Do you really believe it's typhus?
We're making tests, but let's hope it's something less serious.
You are being well-treated? - Very well.
Despite the circumstances, I'm particularly pleased to meet you.
You and I share a common hobby. - Which is? - Philately.
You are a stamp collector? - My South Pacific collection is almost complete.
I wasn't aware I was known as a philatelist.
I mentioned it to the Hauptmann as an irony of war.
I made a joke about it. How the collector was collected by you.
President Roosevelt is a famous collector.
I'm sure he would like to collect me.
If time permits, perhaps we could talk.
I don't often meet a stamp expert. - We'd be honored, but the Doctor...
A few hours won't make a difference and it will be my pleasure.
I will send my car for you, OK?
What are you doing? I only wanted to look. - Don't flap. - I'm not!
You are! You wanted to find a petrol dump and you've got it.
What if they find out it's not typhus? - We shall all be vastly relieved.
Now, while Erwin and I talk stamps you start looking and listening.
He won't tell you where the bloody fuel dump is! - Brace up, Captain!
But that's Rommel! - Just another stamp enthusiast.
He probably writes letters to The Times.
Relax, it's a tank. KW 3.
Shut up!
Come here. - I can't!
Do anything. Shut her up. She'll have the bleeding Jerrys over!
I give you all of my money. - I know how you feel,
God and sin and all that. But you're doing this for His Majesty.
I have the complete 1893 issue of Tahitian stamps. Do you know them?
Yes, Göring once showed me a collection of Tahitian stamps.
Where he got them, I have no idea. Although I can imagine...
The set must be extremely valuable. - Yes, quite.
In my own collection I have some stamps from the South Pacific.
The Caroline Islands, which was a German possession until World War I.
There were only two original issues during our occupation.
If I'm not mistaken, sir, you're wrong about that. - No...
I'm sorry, but you are. - The 1900 and 1910.
There was the 1915 issue, but it wasn't distributed because of the war.
The 1910 five Pfennig brown was... - Excuse me, General...
What is it? - Excuse me,
may I use your communications centre to tell Tobruk we're delayed? - Yes.
That tent over there.
Tell them I approve.
You don't agree, eh? - I most certainly do not.
I'm not sure I like you, Doctor. - Nor I you, sir.
I don't know if there is any point in continuing this discussion.
Send this to the medical corps in Tobruk. - Yes, sir.
The Caroline Islands were German so I ought to know more about them.
Ought to, yes. But the simple fact is, you don't.
I've not heard one word from you about the 1900 three Pfennig brown.
That one? - Yes, that one!
It's taken care of, Captain.
Button up!
The five Pfennig stocks that was destroyed in the big storm.
The Typhoon Provisional! - Yeah, the Typhoon Provisional!
Excuse me, we must return to our unit immediately.
The Doctor is needed to look after British prisoners in Tobruk.
Rudolf! Bring the gentlemen back to their convoy.
You cannot imagine what a pleasure this has been.
Perhaps another time we meet again. - I hope we do, sir. Who knows...
Three Pfennig...
Hurry!
MacKenzie, pack it up, move it!
We turn hard left at the next road.
Take the rest of the convoy and meet at the nearest wadi.
If we're not back in an hour, ' you re on your own.
What about the men we sent back?
They're alright, sir. You were gone so long, I almost began puking.
And the girl, is she still under sedation?
Oh, yes, sir. She's under that right now, sir.
Good man, Merrihew.
I request to speak with Rommel. - Do you have identification. - No.
No identification? Do you know this man? - No, I've never seen him.
The English commandeered my convoy and have papers to get to Tobruk.
What do you think? - Let him wait here.
Yes. Wait here until Rommel comes.
Any of you boys got a map? - Here, sir.
If I get on top of the tank, follow me.
Halt, who's that? - British prisoners. Where is the main road to Derna?
Derna is over there. - Could you show me?
Alright, come up here.
Someone could shoot at you, running around here!
Reilly!
Corporal! Where are the Englishmen? - They camped there.
Where are they now? - They left for Tobruk.
Have you heard anything? Messages, any news?
Nothing. A man drove up, they got in and left for Tobruk.
Back to camp, to Rommel!
This looks like a good place. Turn left and over the gate.
Yes, sir!
There's an 88 on the left, sir. - I see it. Ready, Mac?
Ready, sir!
Ready, Mac? - Ready, sir!
To the right, a pump station. - Yes, sir.
One of ours.
Our own men!
Reilly, get us out of here! - Yes, sir!
You alright? - Yes, sir.
The thing is stuck!
Oh, fireworks! Molto bello...
Two Panzer divisions without fuel. It's enough to drive you mad!
You stupid idiot! That was their assignment, not Tobruk!
I should have you shot. But they tricked me too.
This British captain is dangerous. He must be caught. Block all roads.
I'll fly to Tobruk and you come with me
to deal with this from that side. You know the convoy and the men.
If they get away again this time, I'll kill you myself! Is that clear?
As I recall it, your plan was merely to escape.
If it happens, would you want it any other way? - I suppose not.
Do you seriously propose to carry out this escapade? Those guns...
At 2100 hours the ships are in Tobruk. I can only hope we're not too late.
What's lacking is a sandstorm to cover our tracks.
Reilly, turn onto those tank tracks.
MERSA - NO ENTRY AUTHORISED PERSONNEL ONLY
When we reach Tobruk according to plan at 2100 hours,
the 5th Commando unit will have knocked out the shore guns.
We will move in close and open fire on the area.
Landing craft pick up the commandos. - What if they fail, sir?
We do our part. I hope they'll do theirs.
Field police!
You can't use those again, Alex. Chew them up or something...
Reilly, keep up with them.
If you can't fight them, join them.
Yes sir, Captain Schröder.
Captain Schröder.
With a military police escort? No, they wouldn't be escorted. No.
Wait!
Give me the Field Police.
Give me the Field Police again, alright?
Now we're in, which way do we go?
Captain Foster was quartered here until Rommel broke his lease.
Merrihew, get her out.
German pigs, English pigs! I hate them all!
How is she? - I think she'll be alright.
Does she know where we're going? - She hasn't the foggiest idea. - OK.
That's it, gentlemen. British Navy's target for tonight. If...
If we succeed.
No more news from the field police? - No.
Did you secure the harbor at Tobruk? In every way possible? - Yes.
The entire fuel depot here? - Yes.
Most important, the munitions depot? - It's fully secure! - Good.
Field Marshal, a message from headquarters.
The English fleet is headed for Tobruk.
The Royal Navy can't have suddenly gone mad!
They know perfectly well that our shore artillery will...
The shore artillery!
Give me the field police.
Who's guarding the shore artillery? The Italians? - Yes, sir.
Hello? This is Field Marshal Rommel. We expect an attack within hours.
Hello, can you hear me...?
We've been disconnected. Get me the 3rd Panzer Brigade on the radio.
Here...
An enemy tank patrol is in this area. It must be stopped.
Yes, sir. - And I will hold you responsible for it.
Yes, Field Marshal!
Their telephone lines are cut.
Are the volunteers ready? - Absolutely. God help them.
Down!
Major? - Yes? - About the girl, sir, my conduct...
Dear boy, overnight you've become a legend among men. Don't spoil it.
I don't want to... - Turn off that remarkable conscience!
Remember, virtue has its own reward!
We've got to knock out the pillboxes to get at the guns.
See you on the beach, later.
Navy's on time. Our only hope...
Alright, Mac. Now! - Now!
Rope me!
They're still outranging us, sir.
Sir... - Maintain our present course.
Sir, look!
Get to the trucks! We gotta act fast! You take them mortars.
All the men this way! Right now!
Sir, lookout reports heavy fighting on the hill above the guns.
Launch landing craft. - Yes, sir.
Oh, God...
Help me!
I can't take it!
Bring out the flamethrower. - Aye, sir.
Give it to me!
I'll cover you while you get more ammunition for the guns.
You!
Cover me!
...that they could ever defeat us, is impossible and unthinkable.
National Socialist Germany and the states allied with it
will be the young nations...
Hook up the demolition squad and let's go.
Get the men out of here! - Come on, lads!
You swine!
"I'm a Quaker. I'm in the Medical Corps as a conscientious objector.
I cannot help you in a mission where I would have to kill someone. "
Get going! Get going!
Signal all units to reverse course. - All units, reverse course!
Open up! Africa Corps!
All units resume original course. - Resume original course!
All units fire as guns bear. - All units fire as guns bear!
Get going! Get going!
Get down on that bloody boat!
Why don't you get on that boat?
I'm a doctor. Maybe we can save you for a Nazi firing squad.
Perhaps Rommel won't shoot such devoted stamp collectors as us.
Here they come.
Thanks to CBS London, Edward R. Murrow reporting.
This is London. The battle of Egypt continues to go well.
The Axis radio talks of allied movement near Gibraltar.
The British are a cautious people. Their hopes have been raised before.
They'd rather wait and see.
But official quarters are more confident than ever.
They don't believe Rommel can get reinforcements in time.
And they don't believe he can stand up to superior British Forces.
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