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Jackboots on Whitehall Page #3
Let's go back to the pub.
- Father, they're leaving.
- Stay and fight!
- Be more like the foreigner.
- Like who?
The foreigner. Him.
That's my wife!
- Who's he?
- Found him down on the beach.
La guerre?
Je vive pour la guerre!
- Resistance fighter, no doubt.
- Tu dconnes ou quoi?
Je m'appelle Gaston Le Roq!
Je suis franais!
Ah, sod this, I'm off home.
You'll have no homes left to go back to.
- What's wrong with you all?
- Chris?
Have you forgotten
I might just be a simple farm boy,
but at least I'm a free simple farm boy.
What does freedom mean to you?
Freedom to grow your own crops
and graZe livestock.
Think what they'll do to your farms.
Your cows, Farmer Grey.
Your pigs, Mr and Mrs Sparrow.
I've got a ferret.
Think what will happy to your FANY,
Matron Rutty.
Join me...
so that in future years
you can proudly say,
"I fought for England!"
Now who is with me?
Are you ready for a war?
We got no guns.
He's right, Christopher. We used up
all our weapons against that Zeppelin.
Huh? Pas de problme.
Merde.
Voil.
All right, you f***ers,
arm yourselves!
Wow, Chris, when did you get so tough?
Phew, I like it.
The army won't be able
to hold out for long.
We need to get to London.
It's not far, we can make it if we move now.
Don't be bloody ridiculous, boy.
How do you propose we get there?
On old Betty.
Bastard!
TNT, up the line!
I am coming, Sahib!
Pack as much TN into the barricades as you can.
These firecrackers will bust their German
bottoms right back to Berlin!
Achtung! Achtung!
All units, proceed towards Downing Street
und take out Ze number ten house.
...Downing Strasse.
All of you FANYs go with Tom,
make your way to Hadrian's Wall.
We're heading for London!
Just keep your big hands
off my daughter, boy.
It's time to take out the Russky trash.
You mean NaZi trash!
I am frightened, Sahib.
Stay close to me.
A lot of people are going to die today.
Fire!
Tank coming! Left flank!
Hey! I'm working here!
MG-42, right flank.
Get some!
Fall back! Fall back
to the second barricade, men!
Fall back!
Oops.
Gott im Himmel! We must take out
Ze number ten house!
That is where Ze dog Churchill is hiding.
Take it out!
Jawohl, Herr Obergruppenfhrer,
Oi! Wrong bleedin' 'ouse!
Churchill's next door!
You missed!
Number ten house!
Not Ze number nine house,
Ze number ten house!
Number ten house. Fire!
Schweinhunds! Missed again!
Ze one in the middle, number ten!
We're approaching London.
Full steam ahead!
Oh, I say.
Fall back, men.
I'm going to blow the barricades.
I cannot lift you, sir. You're just too heavy.
Buddy, we got about ten seconds
before these barricades pop.
the heaviest soldier in the Punjab.
No man can lift him.
I grew up liftin' redwoods in South Dakota.
Billy Fiske down. I got ya, buddy.
Never leave a man behind!
Fiske! Get out of there!
Don't leave me!
Home run!
Whoa, that was intense, Billy Fiske.
Hell, that's what all the gals say.
Everybody, take cover.
- Fire in the hole!
- Fire in the hole!
Yee-ha!
What the hell are those blasted
Punjabis doing up there?
Nearly brought down
You, uh... You think you used
enough dynamite there, buddy?
It has not stopped them!
Unless we get through that wall,
Mr Churchill is finished.
Hey, what's that sound?
Oh, they're attacking
from both bloody ends!
Holy balls on a buffalo!
We're here to rescue Mr Churchill.
Well, just in the nick of bloody time too.
Get into the house! Go, go, go!
I hear ya, Rupee.
Door breach!
Let's go rescue the President.
- Now what? Who the devil are you, sirs?
- Prime Minister!
- We've come to rescue you, sir.
- Billy Fiske, American Volunteers.
They brought some craZy-ass war machine
to bust you outta here.
Aha! Finally a chance to face FritZ.
Sir, you'll need a gun.
- No problem. Monty?
- Yes, sir!
Aha! A little cubbyhole.
Mum's the word, eh, lads?
Wife doesn't know.
Shall we, gentlemen?
- Follow me!
- Move, move!
We need to get past those tanks.
If we stay here, we're trapped
like rats in a barrel.
Oh-ho!
Eat hot lead, FritZ!
Look what you've done to me wall,
you young hooligan!
Sorry, sir! Daisy, let's go, come on.
That's your ticket out of here.
Get on, Winston!
Mr President, you gotta
get your ass outta here.
AlleZ!
There's not enough power!
We need to get more steam into her.
Do something, boy!
Coal! We need to build up the pressure
until she hits 150,
then yank down on the handbrake!
Don't let her hit 160 or she'll blow!
Right, Chris.
Get Zis turret working!
Pressure... thirty.
More coal! Come on, come on!
Faster, faster!
Sixty!
Hey! Stop! Stop!
He's stuck. The bastard's stuck.
Schweinhunds!
No, no, I not finish yet!
Come on, come on!
Schnell, schnell!
He's getting away!
Eins, Zwei...
...vier, fnf...
Pressure... a hundred and ten!
...Zehn, elf...
...vierZehn...
...achtZehn...
- A hundred and twenty!
Destroy Zat steam engine!
One hundred and thirty!
- We're nearly there!
- Pressure... one hundred and fifty!
Now!
Fire!
Incoming!
London is ours!
I wanna go 'ome.
Ja, das RitZ Caf -
das FritZ Caf!
So where shall we go now, Herr Goering?
- Our new home!
- Yoo-hoo!
Forward to Buckingham Palace!
Ahem. Er, excuse me,
but this happens to be my house.
Take him to Ze Tower of London!
You fools! You bloody fools!
Don't you realise?
I'm three-quarters German!
They're burning London.
Our great city has suffered much this day.
Only NaZi scum would stoop so low!
- Chris.
- Oh. Morning, Daisy.
Chris, you've been driving all night.
- Why didn't you sleep?
- I didn't want to waste time.
Aren't you cold? I've got a blanket if you...
No, I'm all right. The fire's still blaZing.
It's so calm and peaceful. You wouldn't
think there was a war going on.
Yeah, it's, er...
it's pretty beautiful, isn't it?
You've done so much, Chris,
so much for England.
Ah, what a wonderful morning
the Good Lord has brought us,
eh, bastard?
Ah, time for breakfast and a nice cigar.
and the Punjabis got out of London.
Yo, Indians! I got me some new wings!
Race ya to Hadrian's Wall!
Whoo-hoo!
What is this place?
The remains of the Lost Legion.
In the final years of his rule,
Roman emperor Hadrian sent troops
to the outer borders of England.
They never returned.
This is their tomb.
Hadrian's Wall. Look, Daisy!
It's a bloody miracle.
Open the gates, lad!
Open the gates!
Open the gates!
It's Chris,
They made it!
Bring 'em in, lads.
Whoo-ee! Now that's what I call
American spirit.
We have arrived.
'Tis a great feat of English endurance.
But endurance breeds appetite.
So tonight we feast!
There certainly is an abundance
of young females, eh?
Hey, Rupes, she's lookin' at ya.
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