02x03 - Episode 3

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I was given orders to break bread

with the Resistance

and the people known as

the Cosa Nostra. Incoming!

This breakfast was not my idea.

But it has taught me a lesson -

be selective about the

orders that you obey.

The next stage of this w*r

is invasion.

Taking territory inch by inch.

It is the SRS who are spearheading

the operation.

I'm going to move closer

to the front line.

Your plan is to join my brother in

Sicily? I want you to write to him,

and I want you to tell him

to accept me, and help me.

After the attack on Cannizzaro,

you will embark for the mainland.

This is just the snout.

It is our job to take the whole hog,

right the way up to the tail.

A whole new detachment

is being deployed to Augusta.

It is called 2SAS.

So, the name SAS

is stolen for your own use.

Can I invite you to welcome back

my good friend, my conscience

and my voice of reason,

Staff Sergeant Jimmy Almonds!

g*nf*re

I'm looking for a man of the cloth,

and I am also looking

for a stolen donkey.

Jawohl.

Heil Hitler. Heil Hitler.

Nein! Nein!

HE YELLS

HE YELLS

MUSIC: Runnin' Wild

by Airbourne

♪ I got the wind at my back

and my foot to the floor

♪ I ain't comin' back to you no more

♪ I'm sick of your sh*t

and your moaning whine

♪ I'm leaving for good

come rain or shine

♪ You can cry me a river

♪ Cry me a river of tears ♪

So, we're getting

pretty good at this.

Paddy doesn't want to be

f*cking good at this, lad.

What does he want to be

f*cking good at?

He wants to be good at

what they used to do before.

Before you begin

..where do you stand, as regards

to the invasion of your country,

and my role in it?

Mussolini.

Il Duce.

What do you think of him? Hmm?

Mussolini?

HE SPITS

Mussolini

Next question.

As a barber, how would you feel

if somebody ordered you to stop

cutting hair and start baking bread?

My English not so good.

Flour and water and salt

and f*cking ovens

and early f*cking starts.

You would say,

"I am trained to cut a man's hair,

not baking f*cking buns."

You would say,

"I am trained to shave a man's face,

not feed it f*cking cakes."

You would say,

"You could get anybody to get

f*cking mush all over their hands.

"What I want is an open razor,

"so that I can do the work

that I am uniquely qualified for."

Do you want oil?

No, I don't want oil.

I want rum

and omelettes

and an open desert.

And I want my friend back.

That's what I want.

Always tell your troubles to someone

who has no idea

what you are talking about.

Is that your blue jacket? Yeah.

I would like to purchase it

from you.

Last night, when we arrived in

your wee little town,

there was a welcoming party.

Germans.

We had a disagreement

as to the ownership of your country.

My own jacket is now so soaked

in blood as to be unwearable.

I shall be my f*cking self.

MUSIC: Rouge, Rouge

by Christie Laume

SINGING IN FRENCH

Did they take any prisoners? No.

The SAS boys dispatched every one.

There were no prisoners taken.

As you've seen, they usedcutlery.

When the fighting is arm's length,

what do you expect?

Stories go round

among the regular soldiers

about the SAS boys who go in first.

They're actually SRS. What stories?

That they'rewild men.

No rules, you know?

HORN TOOTS

Let's try and avoid

relaying any idle gossip about

mad men and savages to anyone.

Especially not her.

She's a journalist and a spy.

No, sir. Of course not, sir.

And anyway, the stories are told

with a sense ofadmiration.

Well, yes.

There is much to be admired.

Get those bodies covered up.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant Colonel Bill Stirling.

2SAS.

We missed each other in Sicily.

You mean you avoided me and ignored

my request for an interview.

I don't really do interviews.

Rather busy fighting a w*r.

I knew your brother in Cairo.

Yes, and because he is my brother,

he told me

absolutely nothing about you.

He finds impractical things

impossible to talk about.

But when he thought you were

dead, he came to my apartment

and he was as unlike himself

as I have ever seen him.

"Unlike himself".

I mean he was

He was quite upset.

"Quite upset".

You sound like him.

It's all rather awful in there.

I don't think you want to see things

you can't then unsee. Right.

It all looks quite gruesome,

but these encounters almost always

end with hand-to-hand.

Where is Paddy Mayne,

and how do I get to him?

How do you GET to him?

I have accreditation

to report from combat zones.

Look, we both know who you are.

You're a spy I really don't need

anybody's help to reach him. You're

here to relay news on the invasion

to the Free French government

in exile.

And the news will be wherever

Paddy Mayne is, not where you are.

Miss Mansour, I'll have one of my

men take you back to the harbour.

I have dead German soldiers

to identify, bodies to bury,

photographs of loved ones to collate

and send to the Red Cross.

It can be work that is

quite troublesome to the soul.

And I'm afraid Paddy Mayne

and his men are strictly

out of bounds to journalists

and reporters of any sort.

Your brother really didn't tell you

anything about me, did he?

MAN: Colonel.

Sir.

Colonel Stirling.

You've applied to take part

in tomorrow's escape attempt

and, yet, you've only been here

for three months.

Three months. Yes, quite right.

Not only have I counted

every single brick in my cell,

I've also given them names.

As I'm sure you understand

There is a long queue of prisoners

who want to escape from this place,

and a long list of men

who need to escape,

and a handful who simply

cannot countenance

spending another single day

locked up in here.

And then there is me.

And as you can see,

I am a wildly, madly special case.

There are occasionally exceptional

circumstances in which

Certain prisoners are invited

to take part in escape attempts

ahead of the queue - IF they can

prove that their escape would,

I think in your manifesto, it says,

"If the prisoner's freedom

and return to active service

"would significantly help

the execution of the w*r."

Well, gentlemen, my unit

is currently spearheading

the invasion of Italy

and is in the verycapable hands

of my brother, Bill.

But, you see, when we were young,

I always stole the bike

and won the race and got the girl

and scrumped the most apples.

And I really do believe

that I can make substantial

and significant improvements

to the execution of the campaign

to liberate Italy.

And, my God, if you do not add me

to the top of your list,

I will walk out of my cell,

stroll across the courtyard,

walk right up to the gates,

tell the guards to f*ck off,

in Italian.

I will then be shot

..and it'll be your fault.

MUSIC: Theme From Sparta FC ♪2

by The Fall

♪ Everybody sing, hey!

♪ We are

♪ Sparta

♪ FC ♪

Fraser.

Tonkin. Letter.

COIN JINGLES

Postman. Beware of the dog.

♪ Everybody sing, hey!

♪ Me and my, be my toy

♪ Come and have a bet

♪ Yeah, live on blood

♪ We are Sparta FC

♪ Take your fleecy jumper

♪ You won't need it any more

♪ It is in the car boot moving away

♪ Cos where you are

going, clothes won't help

♪ We are Sparta FC. ♪

That sign there says

"SAS members only",

but you can sign in as a guest.

I AM a f*cking member.

You know, I blame my mother,

but I cannot get used to

not being able to wash my hands

in these nasty little places.

f*cking salute me,

damn you, Sergeant!

Actually, I made him a lieutenant.

Whereare his bloody pips?

Where are your bloody pips, Johnny?

On my tunic.

And where is your bloody tunic?

It's covered in blood, Colonel.

That will be all.

You came to say "well done".

GHQ are c*ck-a-hoop. c*ck-a-hoop?

Well, I am c*ck-a-doodle-f*cking-doo

that they are c*ck-a-hoop.

"Tolerate Paddy Mayne's

eccentricities,

"in return for exceptional results

in the b*ttlefield."

That's my instruction from GHQ.

But you're getting close to saying

"f*ck it" and taking a swing.

HE CHUCKLES

Who am I to you, Paddy?

Your headmaster? The headmaster

at my school was my friend.

He gave me cigarettes.

Well, some figure of authority.

You remind me of the gamekeeper

who broke my home-made fishing rod

and I broke his home-made arm.

Why are you wearing a blue jacket?

I paid handsomely for it.

None of your men are

wearing uniform. Aye.

You see, sir, what happens when you

storm a bunker full of Germans

with your bayonet fixed,

in that brief, but energetic

wee dance that follows,

you tend to get quite a bit of blood

on your clothes.

Some of it, your own,

but mostly German blood. Either one

tends to stain your regulation-issue

clothing quite badly.

So you have to go shopping.

Have you boys of SAS Number 2

had the call to go shopping yet

or are your uniforms

still just dandy?

There is a woman. A journalist.

Aye, your brother just

wrote to me about her.

What did my brother say?

His personal communication with me

remains private.

It's the French woman

he was f*cking in Cairo.

His description was

a touch more poetic.

This woman must not be allowed

anywhere near the front line

and must not be privy to

any details of the strategy

of our advance.

Oh, I'd say the strategy

is plain for anyone to see, anyway.

You throw the SAS at the enemy

defences like a handful of gravel.

You use the SAS the way you would

use any conventional Commando unit,

with no regard to

our particular skills.

Italy is not the Great Sand Sea,

Paddy. There are civilians here -

men, women and children -

and I do not trust you

and your "members only"

to display your particular skills

among innocent people.

You don't trust ME

with innocent people?

I don't trust you to draw the line.

Knowing which lives to spare,

knowing which houses

to blow to pieces

and which houses to drive around,

knowing the difference between enemy

and friend and all those in-between.

Nothing I have seen or heard

about you and your men

gives me any reason to trust you.

So, the gravel

will continue to be thrown. Yes.

The gravel will continue

to be thrown.

You will continue to

be a spearhead force.

And your next operation

starts tonight.

Your job is to liberate Termoli

from the Germans,

taking out the rear guard at

various points along the way.

The Italian Resistance and Riley

will be sent ahead to reconnoitre

the town, take out a spy

and clear the station.

sh*t!

Your papers were forged by

British SOE. You'll be OK.

Just act like a normal husband

and let your wife do the talking.

They talk strange.

Not like Termoli people.

Where are they from?

She sounds Sicilian.

Their papers say

they are from Campomarino,

but they sound Sicilian.

Am I wrong?

Hmm.

I say we let the others go

and hold her for more questions.

Let them pass.

No! No!

So, have you decided to try charm?

We got off on the wrong foot.

Hmm. Please.

That is the expression, yes? Yes.

The smell of blood and the proximity

of corpses probably didn't help.

You appear to have opened

your own restaurant.

The people in the local cafe

are very grateful to the British

that their business

wasn't destroyed.

Though most of their wine

was stolen by Paddy's men.

Well, luckily, it seems

they left behind the good stuff,

because Paddy knows nothing

but poitin and Guinness.

Was my brother in love

with you, do you think?

Or should the question be -

IS my brother in love with you?

Love doesn't really suit him.

Well, he was always very jealous

of his possessions.

He had an air r*fle I used to

use on purpose to annoy him.

Am I a possession?

I'm quite blunt sometimes.

And tired.

You look very tired. Yes.

Doing nothing and achieving

nothing can be very tiring.

What exactly do you want from me?

I hear Paddy Mayne is heading for

Termoli, yes?

It is my job.

It's what I do.

By the way, do I call

you William or Bill?

Bill.

I prefer William.

HE LAUGHS

Before Termoli, Paddy will have

to overcome the German rear guard.

Yes. When the sun sets

..God help the rear guard.

Looks like some of them

are moving out.

Are you coming with us on

this little jolly, Paddy,

or are you going to stay

and wash your feet?

I have decided to be more human.

I have decided to communicate

with my human body,

my flesh,

since I am not a machine.

I am not a k*lling machine. They

cannot put that against my name.

To send men to die like cattle

is not my human purpose.

I am human fighting human,

and I draw the line in the sand

with my human feet.

And I draw that line pretty

f*cking well, if I may say!

Pretty f*cking well.

You OK, Paddy?

What passing-bells

for these who die as cattle?

Only the monstrous

anger of the g*ns.

Only the stuttering

r*fles' rapid rattle

Can patter out their hasty orisons.

No mockeries now

for them; no prayers nor bells

f*ck.

f*ck, I forgot the words.

I never forget the words.

Can you believe it?

They're blowing poetry

out of my head

and replacing it with men screaming.

Paddy?

Have they cut the wire?

Seekings hooted like an owl,

so they're in position.

So let's clean the f*ck out.

Clear!

Ya beauty!

HE LAUGHS

Silenzio!

SHORT WHISTLE

Watch out for the rats.

What? Off you go.

SHORT WHISTLE

Right.

Right.

SQUEAKING

SQUEAKING

Jesus!

Bloody size of that one! Christ!

HE GRUNTS

Oh!

Hey!

HE YELLS

Bang! He was out cold

..and my father cut his hand free

and, uh, left him in the snow.

Yeah. You left him?

Do you think he has another

bottle of the same wine?

Scusi

Who found him?

Hmm? Who found him?

Who found David in the snow?

You said he was unconscious.

Oh, God, I don't remember.

My sister, I think.

You see, the ethos of the family

wasyou are responsible

for your own actions.

You're also responsible

for your own inaction.

When will your new unit be ready?

Oh, you're very good, aren't you?

At what?

2SAS will be ready

for its first engagement

with enemy forces

in five days' time.

Location classified.

Subsequent comparisons between 1SAS,

formed by my brother,

and 2SAS, formed by me,

will be strictly forbidden.

I think I understand

your relationship with your brother.

I have a younger sister

Oh, please, please, please,

spare me the strategies.

Particularly those that imitate

empathy and understanding.

I deserve no empathy, sitting here

drinking wine, when the real work's

being done away from here

by a man who drinks poitin.

SCREAMING

He's firing at shadows, Paddy.

He's buggered.

Offer him surrender.

I just remembered the words.

..Nor any voice of mourning

save the choirs

The shrill, demented choirs

of wailing shells

No, no, no grenades, Paddy!

..And bugles calling for them

from sad shires. Hold your fire!

Hold your fire. I surrender!

I surrender, please!

He's coming out.

I surrender! What candles

Easy, Paddy. Easy.

..may be held to speed them all?

Easy, Paddy.

Not in the hands of boys,

but in their eyes

Shall shine the holy

glimmers of goodbyes.

I am a captain of the

Panzergrenadier division

..and I surrender.

I have a comrade in there,

badly wounded.

STUTTERING: He He's my brother.

My younger brother.

My dear brother.

He will not live.

He He's in great pain

I I tried, but I cannot do it

by myself.

Please. An act of mercy.

He's lying in the straw.

Condemn his mortal soul to God.

The pallor of girls' brows

shall be their pall;

Their flowers the tenderness

of patient minds

And each slow dusk

..a drawing-down of blinds.

SOBBING

We've got rum.

Come on.

It's been an odd evening.

As if they stopped the w*r for us.

Not for us, of course,

I don't mean it like that.

Sometimes, you can stop the w*r

in your mind for a few hours.

I've had more wine tonight

than I've had in a long time.

Though my brother would

have had twice as much

and been perfectly sober.

You said you would have someone

brief me on the progress of the w*r.

That would be helpful.

Helpful.

But still, you'll want more.

Of course.

Always, I will want more.

Goodnight, William.

Un mese di isolamento.

Reggie, Jimmy, put the radio

together. Get a signal.

McDiarmid, break open the rum.

Fraser, light a fire, brew up.

All the rum we brought from Cairo,

we finished off with that

f*cking German officer

who wouldn't stop sobbing.

But we do have Italian grappa.

f*ck's sake!

The rest of you, prepare your

weapons and write letters home.

We go tonight.

According to my

Baedeker Guide of 1930,

there are two good restaurants

in Termoli.

I reckon they'll close pretty

sharpish when we get there, then.

Where did you get a Baedeker Guide

from, anyway?

I found it in Augusta,

when we were hanging around,

waiting for the order to move out.

Waiting for orders.

Before the w*r,

I'd never been further than Margate.

I'm looking forward to France.

I think France will be nice.

How do you know

we're going to France?

That's the word from GHQ.

They're going to send us

Will you shut your f*cking hole?!

Talking like f*cking soldiers!

We ARE soldiers, Paddy.

Soldiers waiting to be told,

like a handful of soldiers

waiting to be thrown,

wondering where

they'll send us next.

We were talking about restaurants,

actually, Paddy.

Aye, yous were talking like

ordinary f*cking soldiers!

Come on, calm down, Paddy.

Have a wee drink.

GLASS SMASHES

GHQ did say communication

would be at four o'clock

and it's four o'clock.

Paddy?

If GHQ said you should do it,

then just f*cking do it.

Kersh.

Ahem

Right.

OK, password.

Blunt approach zero class Rominex.

It's Riley. Yeah, he's OK.

GHQ password, salt, pepper, gra

OK, Paddy, you have one minute until

our signal's tracked and located.

Riley, just tell me about

tonight's entertainment.

We walked down main street.

They are not expecting us.

It's defended, but not fortified.

No field a*tillery,

except a couple of howitzers

covering the main route.

Most defensive positions

are near the bell tower.

In the centre, there's a 20mm

AA g*n position

and a couple of MGs on AA mounts.

Road block at the southern entrance.

Machine g*ns nearby.

We saw at least one Panzer there,

but evidence of multiple tracked

vehicles heading out of town.

Most likely, other tanks.

But, Paddy, the bad news is

half the soldiers in town

had flashes on their uniforms.

But the good news is

I've cleared the station.

Triangulation of our position

will be complete in ten seconds.

Tell the Resistenza

we move up from the south.

Nineteen-0-five-hundred.

Five, four And, Riley, find some

f*cking rum. ..three, two, one.

All right.

Yeah.

Gather round, lads!

Riley has reconnoitred the town.

This mission will not

be about hardware.

We will be a surprise,

so there will be no heavy a*tillery

or tanks to meet us.

This will be about soldiers.

The locals have been told to hunker

down and make themselves safe.

The Resistance are moving in

with Riley as we speak.

Half the soldiers in Termoli

wear a flash on their arms,

which says they are veterans

of the Cretan campaign,

which means they'll be

very good at what they do

..so we will have to be better.

Highway 16, Termoli,

Campomarino road.

Head north until you reach

the Campomarino bridge.

Blow it up.

HE WHISTLES

CHATTERING IN GERMAN

SHOUTING

OK, so, Alessia,

there is an SAS tradition.

You keep a head count of all the

hardware you destroy. Oh, yeah?

Yeah, but since you're not SAS,

I guess you can give this one to me.

I don't think so.

Engage! Move! Ready!

What's the craic? Well,

I told our Italian friends here

you'd be here at five minutes past,

so we got started without you.

I don't have Italian friends.

Riley, I swear you're f*cking

following this woman around.

Jock, try and resist your natural

Scottish instinct to run at them

with your tongue out, all right?

f*ck you!

For reasons that baffle me,

Paddy still needs you alive.

Covering fire!

Reckon he's got a death wish,

or what? Or whisky.

Or some kind of bravery.

And that. And being Scottish.

Hey! Hey! Hello.

My name is McDiarmid. You?

No English!

Good, I f*cking hate the English.

Paddy? Flank the f*ck, now.

SHOUTING

f*ck! McDiarmid! f*cking wait!

Wait.

You two, take point.

On the alley.

Now! Go, go, go.

SHOUTING

Keep your head against the wall!

Move!

Position secure!

Jock, f*cking move! f*cking move!

Keep pushed on the wall,

on the wall!

Move up, move up! Covering!

Move in!

Move on, move on!

I hope this piano isn't

a Stradivarius, Paddy!

Stradivarius made violins, Reg.

Don't f*ck about. Don't

f*cking hell! Move on! Move on!

Get in there! Get in there!

Move in! Arsehole! You arsehole!

Covering fire! Covering fire!

Move forward!

Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

Hold your f*cking fire!

Please, don't sh**t!

Keep your eyes peeled, lads.

f*cking move it! Hands up!

Are they done?

Aye, they're done! Surrendering!

Right, men, round them up.

Let's go. Let's f*cking go.

Come on, come on.

Normal rules apply. Move! Move!

If they cry, be nice,

but do not tolerate any arrogance.

And then, remembering traditional

procedure with regard to

company morale,

the commanding officer

praised his men

for their competence.

Aye, yous did all right.

Well done, lads!

Well done.

MUSIC BLARES

SHE SHOUTS

Keep moving, come on! Keep moving.

Quick, come on.

WHISTLING

None of these soldiers

who surrendered are wearing

the insignia of the

Cretan campaign on their arms.

Yep. The Resistenza said

they saw some soldiers

heading north in organised units.

So, the real fellas made

a tactical withdrawal,

which means they'll regroup

and counterattack.

Most probably, tonight.

I fear this liberation party

may be a wee bit premature.

g*nf*re

Take cover!

Get down! Move!

Move, move!

Move, Byron!

Do we know how they got away?

Yeah, they were seen crossing

the Campomarino bridge.

f*ck!

I know you're relatively new

to the SAS,

but traditionally, in situations

where the odds are overwhelming

and victory is impossible,

we have one simple order.

May I? Do it.

Every man for himself!

Oh! f*ck it!

Halt! Hande hoch!

SPEAKING GERMAN

Forwards.

Lieutenant John Eliot Tonkin.

200156 1st SAS.

Attached to Eighth Army.

I am offering my surrender.

The famous SAS, huh?

Commando, yes?

GERMAN SPEECH

I hear SAS like to drink rum.

Come, my friend.

We have rum.

Didn't understand a word

you were saying.

If your appearance here

..is because I am concussed

..and sick in the head,

then please

..please, God, do not make me well.

Walls are thick, cellars are deep

and we have radio communications,

so we can call for help.

Johnny.

No Tonkin? No.

No sign of him.

Walls and masonry

fit for fortification.

I knew you'd like it.

The reason the shelling has stopped

is because they are moving

their Panzer tank divisions

to the edge of the town.

They will make their move

tonight or tomorrow.

But our orders are

to take Termoli

..and hold it to the last man,

come what may.

And that is exactly what

we are going to do.

And there is no point calling

for help, because there isn't any.

All we are

..is a handful of gravel.

♪ Generous

♪ Valeric

♪ Jehovah's Witness

♪ Stands in

♪ Cologne Marktplatz

♪ Drums come in

♪ When the drums come in fast

♪ Drums to shock

♪ Into brass evil ♪