It has to be, I suppose, but there's order and then there's order, isn't there?
Death is a kind of order, isn't it?
I mean, Neuchl there, he's all in order now.
But, Willi, that's such an awful lot of shit about your people.
You've killed two of them that I know of.
- That's not true. - You killed him,
and you probably killed your commanding officer, and for that, I'll see you hang.
You enjoy killing too, huh, Connor?
Mr Cox?
Do you not, Captain Connor?
See that the captain is escorted back to his quarters, if you please.
Move, gentlemen!
Gate.
Connor wants me to think Neuchl said something.
I don't think it was much. I'm not sure.
"28 submariners", Connor said in German.
- My God. That's... - Keep your hair on.
He will do nothing for now, but he'll try to prove I killed Neuchl.
Meanwhile, we go, ahead of schedule.
Hochbauer and Schmidt won't be back until Friday.
The tunnel won't reach the stream for five days.
Tell Unger not to go to the stream. Divert. Go under the guardhouse.
It's much shorter.
Don't let the men know it's ahead of schedule.
Until we attack.
That's our contact.
Can I give you boys a lift?
What are they writing home about?
Can't really tell yet. It's a question of assembling the basic code pattern...
- When will you know anything? - Hard to say. Could be a day, or a week.
We don't need a fully decoded message to know we have trouble here.
Obviously Schlϋter's at the centre of it. We must transfer him to Blackpool.
- I need him here a bit longer. - You need him?
You're right, he's at the centre, but of what I can't find out if he's in Blackpool.
You must block the old tunnel,
and be as quick as you can with this one.
Lousy work, but necessary.
Have you met any resistance in the barracks, Mr Cox?
Nothing? Good. Well, inform me directly if anything at all happens.
Yes. Thank you, Sergeant Major. Come in, Captain Connor.
I think you ought to know, we're onto something at last. Thank you.
28 submariners are due to escape. There's a U-boat coming to pick them up.
"U-841 available. Assign 28 men. Location and date agreeable."
- What's the location and date? - We checked all the letters.
The specific time must have been sent in something received earlier.
That doesn't matter. We'll move in now and break it up.
There's got to be a tunnel. We'll pull every barracks apart until we find it.
Lieutenant, could you excuse us a moment, please?
Go and have a cup of coffee or something.
What if we were to let 'em go?
We could follow them, find out where the rendezvous was to be, and nab the sub.
- How'd Willi like that? - Permit the escape?
The tunnel's got to come up within 50 yards of that fence.
All we'd have to do is put patrols out there to see where they come through,
and we keep radio contact.
Then we inform the military and civilian police all the way out to the coast,
and then we nab the sub and the whole lot.
My job is to run this camp and account for the prisoners in it.
Curiously enough that doesn't include letting 28 escape
to further your military career, Captain.
Under my instructions, our men are searching the German barracks.
- Perry... - It's Major Perry, Captain!
I'm your superior officer. Respect the rank.
I don't give a damn about your bloody rank or anyone else's.
I got sent up here to do a job, to find out what's behind that break.
If you don't like the way I'm doing it, call General Kerr and have him relieve me.
Now bring the men back and stop that search.
The War Office have given you a unique authority here.
I suppose I must yield to it,
even though I believe you to be mistaken and an arrogant fool.
I'll give the order, Captain, then I'll phone London
and have them remove one of us from this intolerable situation.
The search has been called off! Everything back!
Why give up the search, Captain?
Sir.
There's something in here you ought to see, sir.
And this one's just been sick, sir.
- Mr Cashman, we'll have a roll call. - Yes, sir. Carry on, Sergeant.
- How long have they been away, Willi? - Who?
I want the names of these two that escaped.
Sorry, I didn't know them personally.
- Mr Cox? - Sir?
Seal off the barracks until further orders.
It's very likely to be a long roll call, Willi.
Submarines do well in water, not the Luftwaffe.
Give it up, Schlϋter.
1700 hours. The truck will be close enough to signal.
You mean to go tonight?
Soldier. I want to speak to Sergeant Major Cox.
Schlϋter gave us the names of the two men who escaped.
He's instructed his men to stand by for roll call.
Why the hell does he bother to knuckle under now?
I'll get identifications on the wire, sir.
Cox. Open the barracks and let the bastards in out of the rain.
Yes, sir.
It's been an uncomfortable day, gentlemen. Dry off.
You never stop, eh, Captain? What are your plans for tomorrow?
To separate the men into different camps upon escape.
You have great plans for tomorrow, huh?
First a meal, and dreams of warm women.
The damn fool doesn't care if we all get pneumonia.
Shut up.
Don't hang yourself like Neuchl.
Tell the men we go after lights out.
We should wait until Connor is less alert. We don't have to go tonight.
Connor will have his hands full in this barracks tonight.
We meet in number two barracks an hour after lights out.
Unger!
- Are we going to make it? - We're almost finished.
The rain has put a bad strain on the support.
We'll be all right, I'm sure.
Six... seven... eight.
Pour us a drink, Mr Cox.
Take some of that to the lads outside.
Thank you, sir. The old sweats'll appreciate that.
In the morning, get me that friend of Neuchl's, Lieutenant Berger.
Yes, sir.
... 12, 13...
... 18, 19...
Help!
Guards! Come on, out of there! Come on, move, move!
Let's have you! On the double! Outside!
Come on!
- Which one? - I don't know.
Hello, towers. Which hut?
Barracks three. Sounds like the whole damn thing caved in.
Thanks.
Bloody hell!
Come on, out of the bloody way. Move. Out! Out!
Right, let's get through this rubbish.
What are you looking at? Get moving.
Go, quietly. Go.
Patrols Able, Baker and Charlie, keep in contact with me and the gate.
Yes, sir.
Give us an axe.
Get an axe and smash the other door down.
Get this lot back in their beds and count them.
Get the men back to their beds for a check.
Now, Holtz. Collapse it.
Argh!
Clumsy idiot.
You could have killed us all.
Six dead so far, sir.
- Find the damn tunnel. - Sir.
- What the hell's going on? - I don't exactly know.
The roof of number three collapsed.
- The roof's collapsed? - Yes, sir.
- Captain Connor's up there now, sir. - Is he?
Has he checked his exterior patrols?
- Not as far as I know, sir. - Well, do that now.
Drive on.
You men get some stretchers.
I'll see if they've got the count, sir.
Go down to the main gate and get another three-tonner up here for the wounded.
- Have you got the count yet, sir? - Not yet, Major.
Only ten dead, Connor.
This one's in a bad state.
37 not accounted for.
I think we've located the tunnel, sir.
- How many more in there? - Hilfe! Hilfe! Hilfe!
Hold it! It's collapsed.
Yes, sir. Ten dead. Another 27 trapped when the tunnel collapsed.
Presumably Captain Schlϋter was with them.
No, sir, it'll take several hours of digging.
It needn't have happened. I'm sending you a complete report in the next few hours.
No, sir, he hasn't accomplished a thing.
You may inform General Kerr that Captain Connor's mission was a fatal mistake.
Yes, sir. Good night, sir.
Goodbye, mates.
Sir.
Nothing, sir. Not a bloody one of them.
Base station five, this is Connor.
Give us the police frequency.
Unit 15 to Lochawe control.
Roadblock in position on A85...
... police report no suspicious traffic on the B828,
but will continue mobile patrols...
All units, all units. Further McKenzie breakout.
Escaped prisoners should be considered armed...
All units station traffic please copy.
Northeast to Perth and Aberfeldy, east to Dunfermline,
south to Falkirk, southwest to Glasgow, west to Inverary.
The following roadblocks will go into effect in the immediate area:
Number 33, between McKenzie and Stirling.
This is Glen Garry police, Glen Garry police.
We require extra mobiles to maintain watch on coast road.
Glen Garry police, over.
... Shian coastguard, North Shian coastguard...
Coastal Command, Coastal Command.
We have no response from northern moorlands road net.
Presumably still in effect from the southern lochs north to Loch Linnhe.
Base section here. All units please reply. Please repeat, all units...
- Sir! General Kerr's arrived, sir. - Oh, God.
Connor?
- What happened? - A balls-up, simple as that.
Nothing simple about it. Worse than what happened at Bowmanville in Canada,
and Whitehall thought that was a disaster. Perry's made a full report to top staff.
I don't blame him. I could have prevented it.
That's dead right. Now, let's get them back, shall we, old chap?
I don't care what the priority classification is. I want three more aircraft.
You're damn right I do.
Coastal Command say there are several thousand miles of camouflaged coastline,
and how the hell can they cover it all?
Northern moorland road net, nothing.
There's another call for you, sir.
Yes?
I'm afraid it's essential to use civilian police, sir.
- Good morning. Good morning. - Aye.
- Important? - Aye.
Away you go.
Sir, there's a truck on the A828.
Explosives, with a police motorcycle escorting it.
No, sir. Explosives are under the Ministry of Fuel and Power.
Escort duty is never for industrial or mining purposes during wartime.
- We never assign men for... - Thanks very much.
Base section, base section.
This is zero-468. I am over Ballachulish.
All clear. Turning south.
There's an explosives truck with motorcycle escort
heading north on highway B828.
Don't move in close on them.
Roger.
Let's lose him. Turn right in here.
They're either going for the Firth of Lorne, or else to Loch Linnhe.
- They're going to lead us right to the sub. - Straightaway. Splendid.
It has to surface and move into the beach, doesn't it?
Yes. If we miss them, we've had it. Bag them now and call that good.
- I have lost contact with the truck. - Sir.
It's the reconnaissance pilot. He's lost contact, sir.
Quick. Get rid of that.
Lost contact. Suggest immediate police surveillance north on highway B828.
- I'll get a plane myself. - I'll arrange transport, sir.
Where are you men going?
Just going to make our Yank visitors comfy, Dad.
Load of furniture. For the CO at the new American base at Mahaddie.
Look. Even a shower attachment for the silly bastard.
That's five shillings.
Heave up the tail.
Won't be able to see a bloody thing after dark.
Lookouts, up there.
- All clear. - All clear.
Camouflage the truck.
This is White Lady Seven, this is White Lady Seven.
You"re on a navy frequency, Flight 43. I have no authorisation...
I know that. I'm just telling you, the sub will surface and sit there.
Any idea where that might be, sir?
Hell, no. If I knew, I wouldn"t be guessing.
That's a waste of time. Let's drive it down this hole and get going.
The boats first.
Peter, go inside.
Have you gone crazy?
Stop.
What the hell is going on?
Now what the hell?
D'you see that? Go on down there.
Aircraft! Down.
Burning rubbish, I should say, sir. No sign of anything else.
Go on ahead.
Faster. Come on.
This is White Lady Seven, this is White Lady Seven.
I've just completed a sweep of grid 16 x-ray. Sunset in 18 minutes.
Will turn for home at that time. ETA 1930. Out.
We have no flight plan for you, Flight 43. Return to base.
- I say, you're not authorised. - Where'd you get an idea like that?
- Flight Control. - They're pulling your leg.
Turn round now and make another run offshore. I'll get you a medal.
Do you see anything?
Yes, there it is.
Hurry. I'm right behind you.
There's the sub. Jesus! That's it.
White Lady, this is Flight 43.
South off the point about a mile - about a mile!
- U-boat on the surface. - Engine full ahead.
Go on down there. Buzz the hell out of them.
The bastard is coming back again.
Throw us a line.
You dirty swine.
Jesus, get in there, will you? They'll submerge on you.
Looks like we've been hit, sir. Better find a place to put her down.
A torpedo boat!
Wait! We're coming!
Go! Go!
No!
Wait!
You dogs! Wait! You dogs
Asdic reports lost contact. Request another sweep, sir.
This is White Lady Seven calling Madam. This is White Lady Seven calling Madam.
U-boat submerged 1924. Bearing zero-four-five off Gorsehead Point.
Am boarding four prisoners who were abandoned.
Will continue asdic sweep on 90-degree arc from grid 13 Easy.
Request assistance. I repeat...
This is General Kerr calling Captain Connor.
General Kerr calling Captain Connor.
Come in, Connor. Come in, Connor.
This is General Kerr calling naval frequency 453, Captain Connor.
Willi, it looks like we're both in the shithouse.
General Kerr calling Captain Connor. Come in, Connor.
Come in, Connor!
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