All right?
- Hold on to yourself. You're 20 feet short. - What do you mean?
20 feet short of the woods. The hole is in the open.
The guard is between us and the lights.
How could that happen?
What the hell difference does it make? It's happened.
- Roger... - Damn it, Mac! I'm trying to think!
We could postpone it.
All the documents are dated today. It's now or never.
One chance. When the guard goes to the far end, you might be able to move out.
I think I can make it to the woods, set up a signal when you're clear.
What about the towers?
They're gonna be watching the compound, not the woods.
Mac, pass the word. Send down 30 feet of rope.
Send down 30 feet of rope!
Send down 30 feet of rope.
Send down 30 feet of rope!
- What? - 30 feet of rope!
- What do they want that for? - How should I know? Get the rope.
- How's it going? Have you heard? - Some kind of foul-up, I think, sir.
- Haven't they moved into the tunnel yet? - I don't think so, sir.
He's over there.
Right. You go first, Eric.
I'm staying here till we get moving.
- See you in Piccadilly. - Scott's Bar.
Right.
Thank you.
- Good luck. - Right.
We're moving.
Danny, they're moving through the tunnel now. They're getting out.
When Warsaw fell, you escaped and came to England because you're a flier.
You came because you wanted to fly with us and fight the Germans.
We can get out now. We can get back to England.
If you don't go through that tunnel,
everything you've done will have been for nothing - nothing!
- Blythe's behind, Mac. - Right.
In here, Colin.
Sit down.
You're up, Sedgwick. I'll take over.
- What have you got in here? A piano? - That's very funny, mate.
- You won't get this thing through. - I'll cope.
- Was that Sedgwick with his trunk? - Who else?
I wish he was home with his kangaroos.
- We're 20 feet short. - How the hell...?
Hilts is on the other end of that rope in the woods.
As soon as you feel a couple of tugs, off you go, but keep Colin low.
- Good luck, Colin. - Thanks, Mac.
What's that?
- It's an air raid. - Oh, God! No!
The goons'll pull the switches. We'll lose the lights in the tunnel.
Come on, Colin. We can get out when the lights go down.
Willie.
Willie!
It's an air raid. Searchlights are out. Come on!
Get 'em out.
- It's gonna give! - Danny.
Danny. Danny, it's all right. Danny, it's the lights.
Light the lamps down there!
There's been an air raid and they've cut the lights.
Danny, it's all right. Listen to me!
Danny, look.
Come on, fellas. Move! Move! We can get dozens out in this darkness.
What the hell's going on?
- You go. - No. Danny.
Go.
- What is this, Willie? - Danny.
- Is he stuck in there? - He's all right.
Get him out fast.
Come on.
Come on, Danny, move.
Up you go.
Give me your bag.
We're on the rope!
You and I had better get out, or we won't have a chance of any of the trains.
It's moving. We'll just have to pass the instructions from man to man.
- Right. - I'll be right behind you.
Come on, come on.
Come on.
- Hey! - Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!
Get off! We're coming back!
Oh, boy. There's a hell of a lot of shooting going on up there.
Think they've been shooting them as they came out?
We would've heard the shots before.
Pull!
Wait for me.
Out.
- How many did he say? - 76.
76.
- 76. - 76.
- Dismissed. - Ten hut!
Half the guys who missed their trains are piled up here.
Ashley-Pitt, Roger, MacDonald, Nimmo.
Makes quite a group.
- What do we do? - Wait for the train.
Tallyho.
- Are the police on the train? - The Gestapo are with them. Let's jump.
All right.
- I'll tell you when. - I'd prefer you just to give me a firm push.
- Are you all right? - Yes, I'm fine.
That's quite exciting.
- It isn't stopping. - No, we're all right.
Switzerland.
Hey!
Bartlett.
- Where were you going, Cavendish? - I... I hadn't quite decided.
What information were you to collect on the way?
None.
What sabotage directions did you receive?
What have you done with your papers?
- Papers? - Forged papers and identity cards.
Don't be so stupid. What did you do with them?
All I did was escape from a prison camp.
You'd do the same if you'd been locked up for three years.
- I wanted to get home. - I don't think you'll see your wife again.
You've got the wrong man. I'm not even married.
You're wearing civilian clothes.
You're a spy. Spies are being shot.
This is my uniform. I had to recut it when I lost weight.
I dyed it with boot polish to cover some oil smears
I picked up when I was shot down.
And you lost your insignia over the years?
That's right.
- Look... - That's all, Cavendish.
Hello, boys.
Hello.
- Hello, Haynes. - Hello, Cavendish.
I wish I could say I was happy to see you again.
- Just picked up? - Yes, this morning.
There's a trainer out there I can fly.
- Any sentries? - Yeah, it's gonna be a problem.
Colin, when I say go, crank this clockwise.
When the engine catches, don't move, or you'll get a mouth full of propeller.
Go!
Next stop, Switzerland!
The Alps.
Splendid.
Over this range, then 20 more minutes and we've got it made.
- What is it? Petrol? - I don't know. We're losing power.
Go that way! I'll follow.
Hendley?
Colin!
Stop! Don't shoot! Please!
Colin, I'm sorry I fouled things up.
That's all right.
Thank you for...
getting me out.
Café Suzette.
Hello?
Resistance.
Resistance?
You are English?
I'm Australian.
- You can speak English. I understand. - Bloody good. I'm a British officer.
I've just escaped from a prisoner-of-war camp in Germany.
I'm trying to make my way into Spain. You understand me?
Can you help me?
- I know someone who can. - Bloody good.
Good luck.
Thank you.
You are English.
Herr Bartlett?
Your German is good.
And I hear also your French.
Your arms... up!
Herr Bartlett.
And Herr MacDonald.
We are together again.
You are going to wish you had never put us to so much trouble.
- What's troubling you, Roger? - I'm just a little surprised.
I expected either a long stay or a very short trip.
Yes.
I have to admit, I'm a little worried, though.
I hope to God I haven't blotted 70-odd ledgers.
Och, no, no.
We're all over 21 , footloose and fancy-free.
We'd never have got as far as we did without you, Roger.
For what it's worth, I think you did a damn good job.
- I think we all do. - Yes.
All right. You can get out now. Stretch your legs for five minutes.
It will take hours before you reach the camp.
You know, Mac, all this - the organisation, tunnelling, Tom and Harry -
kept me alive.
And even though we...
I've never been happier.
You know, Mac...
1 1 of your men are being returned today.
Oh, who?
I do not have that information.
I...
I am directed by a higher authority to inform you that...
50 of your officers were shot while escaping.
Shot?
Their... personal effects will be returned.
How many of them were wounded?
Here are the names... of the dead.
How many of the 50 were wounded?
None.
They - the higher authority -
only directs me to inform you that...
that 50 men were...
I see.
Addison, John.
Alladale, Peter.
Bancroft, Edward.
Bartlett, Roger.
Cavendish, Dennis.
Eldridge, David.
Felton, William.
Fanshaw, Arthur.
I am your guide, se?or.
Spain?
- Glad to see you're all safe. - Thank you, sir.
- How many have been brought back? - You're the first.
- Do you know how many got away? - Not yet.
What happened to Blythe?
He didn't make it, sir.
Roger was right about that.
I'm afraid Roger didn't make it, either.
I've just posted the list. They shot... 50.
The Gestapo murdered them.
50?
MacDonald, Ashley-Pitt?
Yes.
Danny and Willie?
No, they're not on the list.
- Haynes? - Yes.
I'm sorry.
Roger's idea was to get back at the enemy the hardest way he could.
Mess up the works.
From what we've heard here, I think he did exactly that.
Do you think it was worth the price?
That depends on your point of view, Hendley.
Yes, sir.
He is not to be saluted. He's no longer in command.
The job just didn't work out, huh?
- You were lucky, Hilts. - Lucky? Because I didn't...
How many?
50.
It looks, after all, as if you will see Berlin before I do.
Sir.
Hey, Hilts!