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where are they?

My mother's dead.

I haven't seen my father

since I was a kid.

I have been more fortunate.

My memories before the war

were happy ones.

What did you do before the war?

I was studying to become

a doctor...

until the Nazis came.

Instead of

learning how to cure...

we learned how to kill.

I will send word!

With all

these reinforcements...

do you think

they'll call off the attack?

Not if Erik can help it.

There are many more Germans.

We'll spread ourselves thinner

and start 24-hour patrols.

Thanks.

Stand easy, gentlemen.

I've called you here...

because I've just had

a message from Intelligence.

The Germans have moved in

another entire regiment...

and a string of

Ack-Ack vehicles a mile long...

right into our target area.

Our underground cannot knock out

another German regiment.

We have not enough men.

Get some more.

If we can,

they will need training.

What about

a parachute attack?

It would not work.

There is no place

to land or group.

Commandos. They can work

their way into the fjord.

We have discarded that idea

a dozen times.

We have to send in more

men, trained or not.

Could we have more time?

There is no more time.

M-Day stands.

In that case,

we will do the best we can.

Well, Grant?

I didn't say anything, sir.

No, but I could

hear you thinking.

Under the new circumstances,

are you willing to go in?

Are you asking me to volunteer?

No, damn it, I'm not.

I'm giving you an order.

In that case, I volunteer.

How'd we do?

Perfect. Wish it'd been

the Germans down there.

Try and match that.

Speed... 295, dead on.

Altitude... 200 feet,

and keep it low.

Peel off in this order...

Scott...

Gillibrand...

Singh.

I don't know why

you ever left that coal mine.

That's what I could do with

right now...

a nice, deep, cozy coal mine.

If I make a mess of this...

you'll be deeper

than any coal mine.

Scott, peel!

Gillibrand, peel!

Stand by, Singh. Peel!

Now!

You fool!

You bloody Australian fool!

I'm getting married.

Try and remember that.

How could I forget it?

I was figuring on

getting the widow.

I love your raw colonial humor.

Bloody aborigine!

Too close, Gillibrand.

Pull up sooner.

OK, Skipper!

Do you think

they'll ever get it?

Give them a week.

They'll get it.

Look!

This way!

- Thanks.

- What?

- You saved my neck.

- Why shouldn't I?

You're damn lucky

they didn't get you.

Look out!

Listen, there I was...

with this Messerschmitt

coming in at twelve o'clock.

I was out of ammunition.

What did you do then?

I opened the escape hatch,

reached up...

grabbed him by the tail

and pulled him down.

Now there's

a really beautiful sight.

Haven't you seen a pair of legs

before, you big ape?

Not like yours, sweetheart.

What's the matter with you,

Aussie?

Don't they let you see girls

till you're over 40?

They don't have girls

Down Under.

Down under what?

- Here comes Rosie!

- Stand back, lads!

Stop it. Come on.

- Come here!

- Let her go.

I'll ask you

to step aside, sir.

I'll step aside,

if you step outside with me.

Don't listen to him.

We'll live in Australia

and raise kangaroos.

- Marry me.

- Belt him one.

You wouldn't hit a lad

with one hand?

Depends what he's doing with it.

Break it up, boys.

I will see you through.

A gentleman at last.

Here we are.

Keep you hale and hearty

till you're ninety.

That's our aim, Rosie.

Hale and hearty

till we're ninety.

What do you suppose

those special bombs are for?

Not what, who.

I got it straight

from the Adjutant's WAAF.

They're for the paper-hanger.

Berchtesgarten?

Wow!

One of these bullets

clipped me right on the hand.

This medic came up and said...

"Shall I take you

to the infirmary, sir?"

I said, "No, but drop this

off at the garage."

That's for me. Just my type.

What makes you think

you'll get first crack?

Rank, old boy. Excuse me.

I wonder

if I might entice you...

into joining me for a drink,

my love?

- Erik!

- Hilde!

It's been such a long time.

Three years.

Sometimes I was so afraid

I might never see you again.

You know me better than that.

Of course.

Let me have a look at you.

What a fine uniform.

The navy, isn't it?

Yes. Unfortunately

a navy without ships.

I don't care.

As long as you're safe

and not in Norway...

I think we've broken up

the party.

Let's go into the parlor.

I have so many questions

to ask...

I don't know where to start.

Some chaps have all the luck.

Don't be silly.

That's

Lieutenant Bergman's sister.

I've got a sister.

Would you like to see

a photograph?

What use is a photograph?

Anyway,

she probably looks like you.

Same again, Mr. Kearns.

This round's on my sister.

Rosie!

How about some music?

Who's next?

Let's get another pint

of that going.

Welcome aboard, Skipper!

Come in, girls!

Don't be shy!

There you are!

Sit right here, darling!

Well played!

- What are you drinking, Skipper?

- What do you got?

- Whiskey?

- That's what we're drinking.

Hey, girls, girls?

How'd you break out

of the barracks?

Roy brought a ladder,

didn't you?

- A little second story work.

- Here you are, Skipper.

You've arrived just in time

to make the party complete!

- Here's to girls!

- All of 'em!

Haven't met all of them.

You haven't

met Bergman's sister.

She's in the other room.

Here's to the one

I haven't met.

Go on.

That's all.

That is how I got to England.

And now you work

for the English?

Yes, with the RAF squadron

as liaison officer...

but that is all

I'm permitted to tell you.

Enough about me.

What have you been doing?

I have been

working in the country...

with children who have been

sent out of the bombed areas.

Roy, come in.

I'd like you

to meet my sister Hilde.

- Wing Commander Grant.

- How do you do?

I was just

drinking a toast to you.

Thank you. My brother has been

telling me about you.

You're the girl

in the sail boat, aren't you?

Sail boat?

I was telling Roy

about the times...

we went sailing on our lake.

Yes, I remember,

but I felt much younger then.

The last three years

seem more like three hundred.

You're a mighty pretty old lady.

Thank you, again...

but you don't have

to pay me compliments.

Just take care of my brother.

We take care of each other.

Mutual Aid Society.

Roy?

Your drink's getting warm.

Excuse me.

I was just looking for you.

I bet you were.

Is that his fiance?

He would be amused

to hear you say that.

No, I don't think

he takes her too seriously.

I feel he doesn't

take anything seriously.

But they are all like that,

different from us.

The more they feel something,

the less they show it.

Today some of their friends

were killed...

and tonight they are drinking,

very gay.

And you feel

that he is dependable...

for whatever it is

you're doing?

Yes. Completely.

Good morning.

Good hit, Gillibrand.

Roger. Out, Skip.

Now!

Blue Leader to Jones, you're up.

Clobber it.

OK, Skipper!

What went wrong?

Their luck ran out.

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