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stuff up as quickly as you can.

I'll go ahead.

Very good, sir.

Come on, lads.

Pick 'em up.

Rum go.

I wonder what's happened.

Division pulled out

last night, sir. Midnight.

Where to?

West, sir.

Concentrating between Arras

and Lens, the Major said.

Told me I was to wait

for you, sir.

[FIGHTER PLANE WHINING]

Look out! Get to cover!

BELLMAN:

You all right, Tubby?

Yeah, yeah. I'm all right.

What about the others?

Where's Mike?

He ducked down somewhere

over there, I think.

Come on, let's have a yell.

Mike, where are you?

MIKE:

I'm here.

You all right?

MIKE:

Of course I'm all right.

Well, what are you doing

down there then?

I'm trying to get out

of this bloody hedge.

Everybody okay?

That was quick.

Yeah,

but where's the company?

Where is everybody?

Pulled out.

The trucks have gone.

Everything's gone.

Yeah, but where?

Mr. Lumpkin.

MIKE:

Can you get him, Barlow?

BARLOW:

It's too hot.

MIKE:

Let me have a go.

BARLOW:
I can't reach him.

I can't get at him.

[MIKE COUGHING]

He's dead.

Oh, my God.

He's dead.

MIKE:

No, I can't.

Poor devils, they hadn't

a chance in that fire.

It wasn't the fire

that killed them.

They got it before that.

Well, what do we do now?

You've got the stripes,

Tubby.

You tell us.

Yeah.

Yeah, I suppose

you're right.

Then what do we do then?

Well, one thing's certain,

the trucks are U/S.

I suppose

we'll have to hoof it.

Well, come on.

Let's get cracking

before Jerry comes back.

I never wanted the blasted

stripes in the first place.

Too late now, Tubby.

You're stuck with them.

Hello, Jouvet.

What on earth's the matter?

We have lost the battle.

Don't be a fool.

They have broken through.

What?

Well, that's not

the end of things.

Look, it can't be

as bad as all that.

You don't understand.

You are an Englishman.

It is France

that is being torn.

It is my country.

You English,

you can never understand.

My home is at Rheims.

You have never known what it is

to have a German in your home.

Even now,

they are in my house

tearing things open.

Tomorrow they will be

in Paris.

In Paris!

Rubbish!

You're talking nonsense.

They've broken through

and the situation is bad.

That's obvious.

We all know that.

We've all known it for days.

But Gamelin must be getting

his reserve into position now.

What reserve?

The strategic reserve,

of course.

When I was in Rheims

in February

the 7th army was the heart

of the strategic reserve.

There was almost

nothing else.

Gamelin sent

the 7th army to Holland.

What is there left?

But you can't mean that.

The whole principle

of the Maginot Line

was to build up

a strong reserve.

What have your generals

done with them?

Generals.

They sacked 15 front line

generals three days ago.

Did you know that?

But you called up

two million men.

What have you done

with them?

Who are you to talk?

What have you British

sent to France?

Two hundred,

three hundred thousand?

Now don't be a fool.

What about the Navy

and the Air Force?

What will they do for you when

you have lost your army?

We haven't lost it yet.

It is the one virtue

that we French have left.

We are realists.

This battle is lost.

What will you fight with?

Those?

Sometimes there's a lot

to be said for

not being

too much of a realist.

MAN [IN DISTANCE]:

Left, right, left, right, left.

Squad will retire.

About turn.

Swing your arms.

Make your dressing

by the left.

[SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

[SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

Dead stupid. Don't understand

their own ruddy language.

We'll never get far

with this lot.

Let's get moving.

[SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

[SOLDIERS LAUGHING]

Let's get off the road.

We'll never get through

this mob.

Come on, this way.

What did she want

to do that for?

That's one brush

with a French girl

your old woman won't mind.

[LAUGHS]

Planes.

Jerry planes!

[CROWD SCREAMING]

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

[SCREAMS]

[FRENCH PEOPLE SCREAMING

AND CRYING]

[CHILDREN CRYING]

[SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

What about

going back to help them?

What can we do?

We can't do any good.

Didn't use their bombs.

They didn't need to,

the bastards.

Can only mean one thing.

They're saving the road

for their tanks.

Come on, let's get back

to the unit.

[CROWD SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

Got a fag, Mike?

Aye. And I'm keeping it.

Got a fag, Barlow?

Mike, they'll kill you.

Get down quick!

[CAR ENGINE WHIRRING]

If it's a Jerry,

don't miss.

You can shoot me if I do.

Can you see it?

Not yet.

He's wearing a uniform.

I hope it's a Jerry.

He's a Dunn Hour.

He's one of ours.

SOLDIER:

I believe he's right.

Who are you?

What's your lot?

B Company, Wilshire,

13th Brigade.

Where's your unit?

That's what

we want to know.

Thought perhaps

you could help.

Who is top

of the league this year?

Top of the league?

Darned if I know.

There was no league

held this year.

Everton won it last year.

You'll do.

He thinks

we're running fifth column.

Well, you can't be

too careful these days.

Do we look like

fifth column?

No, you don't.

And neither do they.

Blasted Jerrys everywhere.

Never mind about that.

Whereabouts

will our unit be?

I don't know.

There's an RA battery back

there in those woods.

Perhaps they can tell you.

I'd look slippy

about it too.

There's some Jerry tanks

a few miles back.

I only just missed them.

Sounds like

good advice to me.

Well, we didn't check whether

he was fifth column.

Don't be a mug, can't you tell

a DR when you see one?

Well, he couldn't tell

what we were

when he saw us,

could he?

Well, uh...

Come on, let's find

this battery.

What's your ammo state,

Jock?

50 HE,12 AP.

All right.

Corporal.

Where do you think

you're going with that heap?

Home sweet home.

Stand to attention when

I'm speaking to you.

All right. Don't tell me,

don't tell me.

You got left behind

when your unit pulled out.

You've been astray

and it's not your fault.

Yeah, that's right

Sergeant Major. We...

You're a shower.

SERGEANT:
Major.

Sir?

Get your men

down to the cookhouse.

When you've eaten,

report to me.

TUBBY:

Come on, lads.

We've had our orders,

Sergeant Major.

Taken them long enough

to make up their minds.

When do we pull out?

We don't.

We stay.

How long

do we have to hold, sir?

The situation

is very confused.

Until it's been sorted out

we've just got to stay put.

Until the ammunition runs out,

I reckon.

I always did say

we were overdrawn on ammo.

Yeah, my name's Miles.

He's Harper.

He's a moaning bleeder.

But don't take

any notice of him.

He just likes it.

Been astray long?

Too long. And you?

[GRUNTS]

One tin between two.

Have you not got

anything hot?

You're lucky to get that.

We're on half rations.

Still don't worry. You'll get

something hot before long.

Only it won't be grub.

What's the Sergeant Major's

name, Sarge?

They've all got the same

name, haven't they?

Ha ha.

Good. Good.

We'll let them get to

the culvert as we planned.

Keep me informed.

Sergeant Major.

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