Commandos Strike at Dawn Page #2

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that there is fog here or snow...

...that the barometer is falling.

Is that all?

Well, I talk to myself.

That sounds like nice

and expensive fun.

I argue with Bergesen

about the League of Nations...

...ski in the wintertime, teach

my daughter cooking and geography.

She's up to Africa

and scrambled eggs by now.

Until you came along...

...I thought I spent

a busy and full life.

Has my coming along

changed anything?

Everything, Judith.

I mean, Miss Bowen.

Which is it,

Judith or Miss Bowen?

I'm not one for fine words,

empty words.

I never feel alone with trees,

mountains. They're permanent.

Why did you say that?

I'm sorry if I said too much.

But you didn't.

I wanted you to say this.

But you're going away...

...and England

is across the North Sea.

How far is that?

Too far.

- I may be back.

- When?

Next spring, next summer.

Sometime.

Sometime...

I think I better be going in.

It's getting late.

Yes. It's getting late.

- Good night.

- Good night.

The British ambassador

in Berlin handed...

... to the German government

a final note...

... stating that unless we heard that they

were preparing at once to withdraw...

... their troops from Poland, a state

of war would exist between us.

People of Norway, do not be

alarmed because of German troops.

Negotiations are being conducted

with German authorities.

Resistance or disturbance

will only harm the negotiations.

Be assured that our neutrality

will be respected...

...and remember there

must be no resistance.

This is the Norwegian war office...

...speaking for your king

and government.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

All right, children.

All right, children.

There's to be no more resistance.

We've been ordered not

to further resist.

No resistance?

1933:
No resistance.

1936:
No resistance.

1939:
No resistance.

Now, 1940, the Germans

are marching through Norway...

...and still we hear "no resistance."

- Those are my orders.

- We can't do this.

The Germans are coming,

we must do something.

Erik, friend, you're a sensible man.

You're an educated man.

Tell him.

- The captain has his orders.

- They came over the radio.

They came over the radio.

After all, it's his business.

He's an officer.

He knows more about

how a war is to be conducted.

We civilians, it's not exactly our line.

Then we civilians

must make it our line.

People of Norway, greetings.

The people of Germany shake

the hand of their Nordic brothers.

We are driving the English invaders

from your shores and guarantee...

...that never again will any English foot

be set upon Norwegian soil.

We are making a New World Order

and there is a great place in it...

...for our friends and brothers,

the Norwegians.

Everything is to go on

exactly as before except that...

...no longer do you have

to live in fear of the English octopus.

The Fhrer sends his greetings

to his Norwegian brothers...

...and congratulates them

on their delivery.

All is to go on as before.

Your industries are now in safe hands.

Your culture is protected.

Of course, there'll be

a curfew at 6:
30 every night.

And any Norwegian found

in the streets after that will be shot.

No boats are to leave the harbour

under pain of death.

Any act of disobedience against

the German uniform is punishable...

...by death at my discretion.

- Colonel, the concert.

- Oh, yes.

There will be a concert

by the regimental band...

...here at 2:
30 every Sunday.

That is all.

It is reported that one

of you gentleman...

...holds some interesting views

about our arrival.

Which one of you is Bergesen?

That's my name.

It is considered necessary

that you be held for questioning.

- But why?

- You will come with me now.

Captain...

...just what does "questioning" mean?

And what is your name?

- Toresen.

- Erik, this is my affair.

- Look after Hilda.

- I want to be with you.

Please, dear.

Sir, your Norwegian brother is ready

to be taken into the New World Order.

I don't like them.

Father, I don't like those men.

I don't like them.

I'm writing a novel myself.

I'd be very disappointed

if you gentlemen don't burn it.

Radios of all descriptions

will be confiscated immediately.

Anyone in possession

of one will be punished by death.

A little too fast, colonel.

The last word...

Why don't you listen, Beckhardt?

The last word is death.

Why do you take our blankets?

It's cold in Germany too, grandma.

- Six.

- Bergesen. Six blankets.

They steal blankets, pots,

pans, food, everything.

They kidnap your husband.

A great nation?

Conquerors, thieves,

that's what they are.

They ought to be handled

in a police court.

Finally, Mrs. Bergesen...

...the police court will be set up

and the traffic will be enormous.

Father, you look tired.

Have you a headache?

No.

You've got two different colours

of hair.

I'm afraid so.

- It's getting blond, isn't it?

- No, darling, it's not getting blond.

The word is "grey."

- Is grey as good as blond?

- No, I'm afraid not.

Is my hair getting grey?

Not that I can see.

- Why does your hair get grey?

- It's a long story, Solveig.

- Were you good in school today?

- Very good.

I learned about the Germans

and Norwegians...

...and Poles and Jews and Englishmen.

Russians live over there.

French live there.

We live here.

First come the Germans.

They are better than anyone else.

And then come the Norwegians,

that's us.

We're almost as good

as the Germans.

And then come the French.

They are not so good.

And then come the Poles,

they are very, very bad...

...and nobody talks to them.

And then come the Jews and...

What's a Jew?

Is that what you learned

in school today, Solveig?

Yes. A German officer

taught us today.

Modern geography.

Listen, darling, you are not

to believe that. It's a lie.

We're all human beings, that's all.

And human beings are good

and human beings are bad.

And human beings

can make themselves better...

...and make themselves worse.

We're all God's children, and no matter

what they ever tell you in school...

...remember what I said,

won't you?

Yes, Father.

And now, Solveig, you wait here.

I must go and speak to your teacher.

There's nothing I can do.

I suppose I could be a hero...

...refuse to teach

them anything more. Quit.

But then the children will be left

to their mercy. I don't know.

If there were only some way

I could get out of here.

If there were only

some way I could fight.

There are Norwegians in England.

They give them guns.

They train them, not so far away.

Boats get there.

Some do, some don't.

All the young men, ages 17 to 25,

except a few fishermen...

...are being conscripted

to work in the mines of Narvik.

Clear the square.

Move. Quickly.

Johan.

This is Erik.

Erik.

I made it. I lived through it.

I came back.

Come, Johan.

Johan.

Bergesen...

...it's me. Erik Toresen.

I'll take you home.

Come.

Johan.

I'm home, Mrs. Bergesen.

It's a pretty room, isn't it, Erik?

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