Age of Heroes

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France. May, 1940.

Come on.

Come on.

We're ok, we're ok. Get down, get down.

Sh*t.

Where the hell is he?

Shut up!.

Get down.

Come on.

Ok, watch out your rocks.

F***ing oh f***ing, We are f***ing finished.

Together. We're ok.

Come on, Reines.

Come on, Reines.

Is he?

Sssh. Quiet. Quiet.

What we do, Smithy?

Watch the rocks.

Easy.

Come on, get up.

I'm coming!

Cover me.

oh God, Christ!

You're all right mate.

Here they come.

Cover us.

- We gotta go mate.

- Shut up, allright. Shut your mouth!

Watch, I'm on it.

- Here they come.

- Send him in.

At 11:
00 o'clock.

Grenade! get down!

Come on, now. Come on. Just goooo...!!

Come on, get moving.

Come on in silence.

We lost. We f***ing lost mate.

We're f***in dead mate.

Shut up.

Get your rifle up. Get your rifle up!

Alright... Listen, we have

back 10 miles to get to the coast.

We'll got a boat that can ship us back.

Gotta keep our head boys,

don't lose it now

We've come too far.

Stay alert.

We stay sharp.

We're gonna get through this.

- Alright?

- Alright.

i'll gonna take point now, we just have

to do what we know.

Look at me. Look at me!

We'll be in the pub tomorrow

night having a bloody beer, right?

What the people of yours?

If they had better come with me.

Let's go.

Hold!

Advance man and be recognized!

- Easy... easy, boy.

- Don't shoot.

- We're British. - Oh bloody hell,

we're glad to see you long.

- Anybody got smoke?

- Identify yourself.

Corporal Reines.

Don't get old slack with me.

Unit.

2 Platoon. B Company,

West Kent, sir.

Where is your platoon commander?

Dead, sir.

- Platoon sergeant?

- Dead.

Now you got any food?

my men have not eat for some days.

No, but I have other job for you, right?

Report to the company Sergeant-Major.

We're digging in.

Maybe ambush these bastards.

Ambush?

Do you know what's coming?

Don't you dare to question me, Corporal.

- Is this the way off Dunkirk?

- No, you're digging in.

I have orders to hold line,

and we will hold the bloody line.

Orders are orders sir.

And I was given orders.

And I'm giving you an order.

What sort of soldier are you?

I wish you luck and all dare.

But we're going to Dunkirk.

Those were the last orders

given us by our sergeant.

Or you stay right here and you will

fight or I have you arrested.

We're done fighting for the time being, sir.

Let's go, boys.

- Sgt.

- Corporal!

- Calm down.

- What are you doing?

- Put it down.

- We are on the same side.

Easy boy

Come on.

Live to fight another day.

You ain't gonna stop these bastards now.

- You stay here and we're gonna make it,

believe me. - You're deserters, don't you?

Bloody cowards... I should

have you shot.

Arrest these men.

- Thank you.

- Come on, Sophie.

The Major:
what he's like?

Typical royal marine.

Rough, tough and quite handsome, actually.

A quite the unconventional

officer, actually.

Some say he is

Lucky to be still Major.

But I was investigating and

father has a great story.

He fought all over the

world, including the Poland.

It has been part of special ops

since 1939.

Good morning, ladies.

Many stories to tell.

Sounds familiar?

- Sophie.

- Yes?

- Have you ever loved?

- What it does that mean?

Major.

Come in.

Ah, Splendid, Jack. What's up to you?

Steiner.

Thank you Lindsey.

- I guess both you been introduced.

- No.

- Quit that manner.

- Sorry.

Mayor Jones, this is

Lieutenant Mortensen.

And of course, we both know

Holbrook. Please take a sit.

Thank you.

Yanks! I thought you had

lost interest in this war.

In fact, I'm not. I moved to

Boston when I was 14 years old.

It is hard you can't

stay out of this fight.

Mortensen, kindly agreed to help out.

- Unofficially, of course.

- Call it an investment interest.

If you want to see some action.

Jack, I'm afraid your instructor

position will be remain on hold.

I'm on operation?

Operation Grendel.

- What do you know RDF?

- RDF?

- It relates to the defence or something.

- It stay for range and direction finding.

It is part of the line of defence

we've adopted along our coastline.

- Radar, is it?

- Quite right.

This technology is that can

save us the war.

The problem is:

Jerry has it too.

The Luftwaffe being guided by radio means

While our boys are still navigating

by compass in the bloody stars.

The disaster in RAF raid in December

39, was due to our aircraft

were detected at 75 miles from

the German coast by RDF.

They're building these things from

Norway to southern France.

The German RDF

known as Freya

and this is the Freya research center,

here, in the mountains.

We believe, if they have the new

technology, it will be there.

The admiral allowed me to

set up a commando unit.

Smaller, more versatile ready party.

What I need from you is to infiltrate

one of these Freya stations

cause as much chaos as you can and get

the intelligence back intact.

We have one window, an opportunity.

Officially, even the unit

doesn't exist.

I need to know that you

are with us for that.

How many men do I have?

One eight men team

of specialists.

This operation will be officially sanctioned,

I'm afraid... but we only have six weeks.

Any longer than that will risk

loose any chance of nightcover

I need all maps, any photographs and

all the intelligence you can.

- Mortensen, you know this area?

- I know the terrain. It is very harsh.

I used to camp in the

mountains when I was a kid.

Good. You can help

to instruct the team.

I need these men.

Corporal Brightling is in Dashwood prison,

but we need him.

I see. I'll make a call.

Major.

They are together, you know.

A couple.

I do not think that should stop him.

How is Grace?

Due at any time.

Splendid.

My mother should have

joined you a lot.

It's for the best.

- I do not want you in London.

- Yes, it is the best.

It's always for the bloody best.

Is it right or to the

left, I always forget?

It's left.

What happened to the instructor's post?

- Grace, I never said I was going to stop...

- You said you'd be an instructor.

Grace, please. Don't make this

harder than it already is.

Jack, please.

How many fatherless children there

will be when this war is done?

I want yours to know you.

You are here because you are scam.

You have let everyone down.

Yourselves.

You units, your king and your country.

I'm here to put that right,

to put you back on track.

You will not go without understanding what

it means to be a decent human being.

Not a coward, deserter

thief or rapist.

Eyes forward.

What if I say not?

Alone.

Who's this one?

Private Reines, sir.

Private Reines. Striking an officer,

disobeyed orders, cowardice. Shall I go on?

You are a bloody disgrace.

It was a mistake. I should

be gone back to the West Kent.

Save for your court-martial.

Why did you join the army, son?

- You wanted to see the world?

- It was either that or go to prison, dad.

Join me on the parade.

You will increase the charges.

Damn stop giving orders, sir.

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