02x02 - Episode 2

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This is for my da. My poor da.

Who are you? I'm

Lieutenant Colonel Bill Stirling.

My brother was the midwife

of this regiment.

I refuse to be its coroner.

He's changed the name of

the regiment.

Giving them a new and even

more effective way

of committing suicide.

Men of the newly-formed

Special Raiding Squadron

ALL: SAS, now and always!

Tomorrow, you deploy here.

The southeastern tip of Sicily.

MEN SHOU

I've a baby I've never seen!

Stop! Stop the boat!

No!

Buddy, we've got room.

Cut him loose or I sh**t him! Don't!

I'm sorry. Don't do that!

I'm sorry. No!

My suspicion was that on July 9th,

something was planned

which you were not sharing

with your French allies.

It is the SRS who are spearheading

the operation.

We left those men to drown!

This is just the snout.

It is our job to take the whole hog,

right the way up to the tail.

Paddy, we have less than

three minutes to clear these

positions before the rest of

the boys land. Reggie

..are you familiar with

the Irish folk tale

about the Salmon of Knowledge?

No, Paddy, I don't know

the Irish folk tale

Basically, a wee tale

that explains why

the common man, like you and I,

are smarter than those high-born

sons of b*tches who

try to rule over us.

Not really in the mood for

folk tales right now, Paddy.

Why not? Because a German soldier

is looking right at us.

So, there was a salmon

in the River Boyne, and it had

all the knowledge of the world

locked up inside

its flesh and scales.

And a nobleman called Fineagas

spent seven years of his life

trying to catch this famous salmon,

with nets and hooks

and the whole kit and caboodle.

We go soon.

Yes? And eventually,

he caught the salmon

and gave it to his ragged-arsed

little servant called Fionn Mac.

And he said,

"You cook this frigging fish,

"but you do not"

Less than two minutes,

Paddy. "..you do not, you

ragged-arsed little b*stard,

"take a bite of it, or even taste

"the flesh, because the fish is mine

"and the knowledge is mine,

and whoever tastes this fish first

"gains all the knowledge

of the world."

If you're not careful, they will

hear the bollocks you are talking,

and you are talking bollocks

in English. So,

Fionn Mac, the servant,

cooks the fish,

and to check that it's cooked,

he presses the flesh with his thumb.

IN GERMAN:

Waiting for the word, Paddy.

But the servant burns his thumb

on the flesh of the fish,

so he sucks his burnt thumb

and, in doing so, he sucked

the fat of the fish off it.

And so, all the knowledge

of the world

went to the ragged-arsed servant,

Fionn Mac.

Which is why, to this day,

babies suck their thumbs,

and poor people

have all the answers.

We need to go now, Paddy.

Dead-on.

Grenade! sh*t!

Move!

Turn around. On your knees.

Snell!

Get on the ground.

You're too young to smoke.

Get down!

Where the f*ck is everybody?

Prisoners say the main German unit

shipped out yesterday.

Perhaps they know something

about this town we don't.

No, we got the place

to ourselves, buddy.

Jimmy

HE WHISTLES

Cigarettes, nein.

Cigarettes? Aye, very funny.

The last man said that.

Mac, check the left.

Davey, hoist that there,

so our friends in the Royal Navy

know that their services

are no longer required.

No looting!

Not until I give the word. Sir.

Right, listen in.

We'll rest here tonight.

Then, at first light, we press

Slainte!

CHEERING

Booze, food, no people.

..at first light, we press north

to Cannizzaro to secure the Castello

rail head, as per our orders.

Cannizzaro will be defended,

so go easy tonight.

Eat what food you can find.

We move out at 04:00,

so get some bloody sleep,

for Christ's sakes.

EXPLOSIONS

Take cover.

Basement shelters, I'd say.

Keep your bleeding eyes peeled,

all right?

Reggie, go take a wee look around.

Here.

Really, Paddy?

I just want to let

those of you who might care

know that I have every intention

of taking every piece of gold,

silver and other valuables from

this church for my own profit.

And if any of yous have a problem

with that, then I will refrain

from giving you your share

when I sell the stuff in Naples.

Paddy, for some of us,

this is still the house of God.

Pope Pius XII is good friends

with Mussolini

and has a direct line

to Chancellor Hitler himself.

It's not God that's got my goat.

Putting your g*n up there

is bad luck, Paddy.

That thing there?

That's nothing but oak.

Christ is in here.

Paddy, you'd better come.

He speaks English,

but not very well.

EXPLOSIONS

Father, it's me again.

"Father"?

No, no, no, no, no. f*ck that.

You are not my father.

You are a drunk, in a blanket,

who preaches before a flag

I despise.

What are you doing hiding here,

and where is everybody else

in this town?

They told everyone to leave

and they asked me to stay.

Paddy, what the f*ck is the matter

with you?! I don't think

he likes priests.

Who asked you to stay?

The people who own this town.

IN ITALIAN:

English.

They wanted me to stay,

to give the American a message.

We are not American. Paddy

g*n CLICKS

Oh, for f*ck's sake!

What is your message?

They wanted me to stay toto

say that you are welcome,

that they want to help

the Americans.

You call us American again,

I'll f*cking sh**t you, right?

Who is your message from?

The message is from Cosa Nostra.

Paddy, in New York and Chicago,

they're known as Mafia.

You've heard of Al Capone?

Well, they're worse.

They hate the Germans as much as us,

so they could be useful.

It's the Mafia that owns

this little town of Augusta.

So We should be concerned?

Paddy, yeah, we should be cautious.

They want to sit down with you

at the long table.

They want to break bread

and drink wine.

They They know things.

They see things.

They can help you in the mountains.

Er, you, you, you

look like the boss.

Aye, right, I AM the boss.

Capo dei capi is the boss of

the mountains.

This is his church.

He would like to meet you.

Right.

Well, you tell your Cosa Nostra,

Mafia, capo dei capi boss

to stick his broken bread

and wine bottles

up his f*cking hole.

Bombardment seems to be over.

Right.

We'll be sleeping in here,

in this house of God.

Considering this town is so poor,

didn't he build a nice, big

f*cking place for himself?

At precisely 4am,

I will be firing live rounds in here

to wake you f*ck up.

Does anybody have an issue

with that?

You hurt things in here,

you hurt our hearts.

f*ck's sake!

How's your heart?

You know, sometimes,

you're like a wee boy,

just seeing how far you can go.

Oh, I intend to go

all the way to Berlin.

That's how far I can go.

Then I will ask for forgiveness.

Right now,

I'm going to go for a walk,

see if I can't find me a bank.

CHATTER AND CHUCKLING

All right?

Shouldn't you at least have given

that soldier a decent burial?

Had he been faster than me,

had he been more accurate than me,

had he been less afraid than me,

then he would have consigned

me to the mercy of the crabs

and the eels and the worms

just the same.

How did you get here? By dinghy.

Tried to get here in time for

the fun and games.

Fun and games are in short supply.

We're expecting plenty

tomorrow, though.

Cannizzaro.

Hmm. I'm sure you'll show up

once the fighting is over.

Yes, Paddy, er, if you're not

too tired, maybe we could sit down

with a glass of wine and

discuss exactly why it is

that I've been sent here. Hmm?

Italy's most prestigious

naval academy was located here.

I'm sure there are lots of

very well-stocked wine cellars.

Unfortunately, I have a very

early start in the morning.

We move out at four.

No, you don't, Paddy,

you don't move out at four.

The attack on Cannizzaro's

been postponed.

We're waiting for the Americans

to make their landing

further up the coast,

and that has been delayed.

"Postponed. Delayed".

I remember those words. This is

a large-scale invasion, Paddy.

We must only move as part

of a coordinated strategy.

So, what you're saying is

we have been stood down.

No. What I'm saying is

we hold our position in Augusta

and await further orders,

like soldiers do in time of w*r.

If no-one gives me a w*r,

I tend to make a w*r of my own.

It is no-one's job

to give you a w*r to fight,

a bone to chew, a body to kick.

'Tis with the bodies I belong.

By the way, Paddy, I'm now

the ranking officer here,

which means that you can

amuse yourself playing

the rebel injured peasant, which

I know is your preferred pastime,

but the last word lies with me.

In Berlin

..I will ask for forgiveness.

Just leave it by the door, please.

I have chocolates, cigarettes,

books

..and messages from home.

You stopped my heart.

I can, I can feel you,

so this isn'ta dream.

I was given permission by

General de Gaulle himself.

The SOE run a network

out of Switzerland.

They had Carmelite

papers made for me.

I took a train from Geneva.

SHE CHUCKLES

OK, um, when the sisters are here,

guards patrol every five minutes.

Oh.

Enough time to say I love you.

I love you.

Is that it? Is that the reason

you came? Yes, and to make love.

What? How long now?

Four and a half.

So we have time. Help me.

You mean the whole thing? "The

whole thing" sounds very English!

HE CHUCKLES

I mean, yes, the whole thing.

When we are back in England, we will

always call sex "the whole thing".

We must do this efficiently.

Yes, militarily.

This bloody dress is booby-trapped.

They make these things complicated.

Designed to delay.

To prevent. But we are unstoppable.

I can't believe you took a train

from Geneva. Ow! Oh, Jesus! This is

the most insane construction.

David, also there's something I need

to tell you. Shh

I'll tell you afterwards.

Oh, absolutely.

Afterwards.

HE GRUNTS

Right, OK.

Tell me what you have got

to tell me.

The British have become worse

since the Americans joined the w*r.

They're like a little private

club and they tell us nothing.

So, David

..I'm going to move

closer to the front line.

I'm on my way there.

I diverted to see you.

From here, I'm travelling on

a Portuguese visa to Sicily.

The British and Americans

are moving north,

to Cannizzaro, towards Palermo.

I'm planning to join

your regiment, David.

Because they're always first

anywhere, and they know me,

and I think they trust me.

At least, I will get as close

to them as I can get.

You will join my brother, in Sicily.

You will join my brother, yes?

Yes, he's in command now.

It will make things easier.

Oh, he is in command now, actually,

because it was my idea.

I want you to write to him.

In code, of course -

I'm sure you have a code -

and I want you to tell him

to accept me and help me.

Everything for a reason. Always.

What? What reason?

Divert on a train to ask me

to make an introduction

to my famously charming

older brother,

so that he may serve the purpose

that I once served,

while I sit here and read about it

in letters from you both, hmm?

I never know when English people

are joking.

Well, this Scottish person

is certainly not joking.

Unless it is I, myself,

who is the joke.

David, what the f*ck are saying?

He's your brother.

My older, calmer, more

sophisticated brother.

And while I rot in my cell,

you will do whatever is

necessary for the cause.

You f*cking dare to talk to me

like that! You f*cking dare!

I must go.

Eve

..I'm sorry.

VOICE OUTSIDE CELL: Andiamo!

OK.

Please, look, look at me.

I will write to him.

I will write to him.

I love you. Oh, God, I love you

..and it f*cking tortures me.

LOCK RATTLES

Il orario e scaduto.

Andiamo.

Aspetta!

Oh, God!

SHE SOBS

I will dig my way out

of here like a dog

..and I will be with you.

I swear I will.

BELL TOLLS

c*ck-a-doodle-doo!

c*ck-a-doodle-doo!

CHUCKLING

Paddy has found a bell to ring.

He wants us all to gather.

We survived 4am.

How? Aye, er, we got stood down.

That's why he's

hanging on a bell rope.

Like the lonely f*cking hunchback

he is inside his soul.

BELL CONTINUES TOLLING

BELL STOPS

From now on, if you hear this bell,

that means I've had an idea

..which mostly, for you,

will be bad news,

because I am not in

a good frame of mind,

and the only people for me

to take my fury out on is you.

So, my ideas tend toward

the devilish.

If you look across the square -

look there, that open doorway -

inside there is a foundry,

where invisible irons and

shackles are being forged,

keeping us imprisoned

in this wee f*cking town.

And the officer who's perched by

that doorway is the blacksmith

who forges those irons.

Paddy, what the f*ck

are you talking about?

Since we are stuck on this

church-infested slab of a rock

for who knows how long, we will

have to keep ourselves entertained.

I've already shot a c*ck,

Paddy, and there's goats.

That is to say

you'll be free to entertain

yourselves in the afternoons.

Because in the mornings,

before it gets too hot,

we, the men of the

Special Air Service, will train.

Ready for the moment

when the great chain-makers,

and holders and keepers,

and stand-us-DOWNERS,

are ready to put us once more

back into the barrel

of the British crossbow and fire

us into the heart of the enemy!

BELL RESTARTS TOLLING

Those of you paying attention

will know by now that that means

I've had an idea.

So, here is that idea.

Do you see yon mountain?

My idea iswe -

the men of the SAS -

are going to climb said mountain.

Jesus Christ!

Now, this town is deserted,

but the guide books say

you must take extra care of

your valuables at all times.

So we will be gathering

up all of our equipment,

and our pack, and our weapons,

and we will be carrying it all up

the mountain with us, on our backs.

I suspect some of you

will come to really dread

the tolling of the bell.

But f*ck me, ring, it will -

until we are set free to be the

beasts we are in the noble cause.

Right, we move in ten.

No dicking about.

All right, you heard him. Move.

Paddy!

Are you coming climbing with us?

I've received a complaint

about your behaviour.

In the church. From the priest.

The priest who was drunk

in a blanket when I woke him up.

You hung your machinegun

on the shoulders of Christ.

You shot b*ll*ts inside the church.

Why did the drunken priest

complain to you?

I thought he and I had established

that I am the boss round here. Ah.

Perhaps he detected some indefinable

air of a more ancient authority.

The crown and pips on my shoulder,

and this

..made him think he

could confide in me.

You're not fighting in the desert

any more, Paddy. You have to get

used to being around human beings.

My job is to take human beings

and turn them into animals,

or turn them into food for animals.

Paddy, when you get back

down the mountain,

there will be 150 new men here.

A whole new detachment is

being deployed to Augusta.

They're coming here to be trained.

Now, the plan was that you

would have been gone north by now

and there would have been no overlap

or potential for friction.

Obviously, there will now be

an overlap,

but there will be

no need for friction.

Why would there be friction?

Because you are you.

And because the new detachment

..is called 2SAS.

The 2nd Special Air Service

Regiment.

PADDY LAUGHS

Yes.

They're men chosen from

the Commando units,

who fought in North Africa.

Men chosen by me

to replicate your achievements

and serve as backup.

So, the name SAS is stolen

for your own use,

while the men who made it famous are

hidden behind a more obscure title.

Yes, the universe is a conspiracy

against you, Paddy. No,

the universe takes care of itself,

as far as I see. It's those less

capable, but more fortunately born,

who seem to have an issue with me.

The new men have heard that

you'll still be here in town

when they arrive and they're rather

excited to see the originals.

"The originals". In actual

fact, you are their heroes.

And it's you who is in command of

this stolen regiment.

It was my brother, David,

who recommended that I take command.

And the ragged-arse servant

Finn Mac sucked his thumb

..and said, "How do I just know

that this is going to end badly?"

MUSIC: If the Kids Are United

by Sham 69

We move!

Right, fall in.

Troop!

Troop!

Shun!

By the right, quick march!

Left, right, left, right,

left, right, left, right, left,

right, left, right, left.

♪ If the kids are united

♪ They will never be divided!

♪ If the kids are united

♪ They will never be divided!

♪ If the kids are united

♪ They will never be divided!

♪ If the kids are united

♪ They will never be divided!

♪ If the kids were united

♪ They would never be divided! ♪

Do not lay your packs

down without my order.

We do not rest until we

have achieved our goal.

Paddy, we've been up

that f*cking mountain

and we've come down

that f*cking mountain -

that WAS our goal. No!

Our goal was spiritual.

You may not think it,

but I took yous up that mountain

for good f*cking reason.

Our advance was postponed.

The Americans delayed us,

and the earth shook with my wrath!

So I led us all up the mountain,

and from the top, we

looked across Italy.

And from our high viewpoint,

we realised that there is a greater

strategy to which we are subordinate.

And in the cool mountain air,

didn't we accept that we are pawns

in a much bigger game?

And now, our fury has diminished.

Yes?

ALL: Yes.

Thus, we have achieved our goal.

DONKEY BRAYS

Reg has found his missus!

LAUGHTER

My back was breaking,

so I used my head.

Do you see this donkey?

This donkey represents

the philosophy that

I am trying to instil in yous all.

Reggie, where did you find

the cash to buy this beast?

From the collection tin

in the church, sir.

Even f*cking better!

Initiative, followed by initiative.

And the prize,

one of nature's finest beasts.

"With monstrous head

and sickening cry,

"and ears like errant wings.

"The devil's walking parody,

on all four-footed things.

"The tattered outlaw of the earth,

of ancient crooked will.

"Starve, scourge!

"Deride me: I am dumb"

GLASS SMASHES

f*cking hell! Get down! Get down!

f*ck up there!

f*ck is that?!

That was not a German carbine.

Nah, it's a shitty wee .22 r*fle.

f*cking hell!

Get to f*ck!

THEY CHUCKLE

b*llet WHIZZES

Riley!

What did he f*cking say?

It's a quote!

A quote from who?

From you!

g*n FIRES

Educated guess,

I'd say we're sharing the beach

with the Sicilian Mafia.

Andiamo, ragazzi!

What the f*ck is that?

Wait, Paddy! Leave it.

Look, if you sh**t at it, we will

make enemies we don't need to have.

Paddy, we're on the same side,

for f*ck's sake.

Have a look at the glasses, lad.

FIRES g*n TWICE

Ciao, Inglese!

Well

..I don't know about

the rest of you, but

this beach

rather reminds me of Margate.

f*ck it.

I'm going for a dip.

Wa-hey-hey! Wa-ay!

By the way, Pad, they got

away with my pack, so technically,

that is still my donkey.

WOLF-WHISTLING

Wa-ay! Ha-ha-ha!

I'm coming!

Smile, chaps!

To be so terrifically

well-housed would almost be

something of an embarrassment

for my men.

It's our wish to welcome you

to Augusta.

Oh, thank you.

Here, allow me.

You are very different

to the other one.

Yes, we are.

Very different. He has made enemies.

The town seems empty,

but there are always eyes looking.

Well, he'll not be here much longer.

I've received new orders.

He and his men move

out in the morning.

MACHINEGUN FIRE

f*ck! I'm looking for

a man of the cloth.

And I am also looking

for a stolen donkey.

Let's find that glass of wine

and clear the air, shall we, Paddy?

That is them.

That is 2SAS.

That is who will come next.

Aye, when 1SAS are laid to rest.

So there ARE people here. It's a

very traditional island, Paddy.

There are sensitivities

regarding women and soldiers.

That's why they emptied the town.

This town fits me like

a vice around my skull,

and this priest here keeps

turning the f*cking handle.

I feel very much

that you don't like me,

or don't like what I am,

or do not like God.

All of the above,

apart from the last.

To peace. To peace.

To submission of the vanquished.

I'm told this morning, on the beach,

they could have taken

your life twice.

They missed you on purpose.

It was a warning. They took some

things that don't belong to them.

Paddy

CLEARS HIS THROA

..Father Cavalli says

they want to meet to talk.

Before we embark for Sicily, we

were given an unofficial briefing.

We were encouraged to have

our units make contact with,

and make use of, organised

criminal elements on the island

of Sicily who were

persecuted by Mussolini.

This is a conversation

I no longer wish to continue with.

I am a soldier. And you're moving

out tomorrow, Paddy. New orders.

No-one wants you in Augusta any

longer than you have to be here.

Then I will go

and begin to prepare my men.

Wait there!

Attention!

Stand to f*cking attention,

would you?!

I have been briefed to develop

strategic ties with the Mafia

on this island. I am passing

that briefing on to you

as a direct order. I think your

new boys deserve a glass of water.

It's awfully hot down there.

Before you move out tomorrow,

you will leave behind a legacy

of goodwill which the units who

follow will take advantage of.

You will meet them

and the Resistance.

You will break bread with them.

Tomorrow morning, before you pull

out, you'll meet them for breakfast.

Ahh

There is a long table

that I will lay.

You will make peace, on behalf of

the entire British Army.

That is an order.

But first, you will recover

from the humiliating fact that

today, on a beach, they could have

taken your life, but chose not to.

Twice.

Your friends have a donkey and a pack

that belongs to one of my men.

You have one hour to tie it to the

railings of the Chiesa Madre church,

or I will come and

take it back myself.

Nel nome del Padre e del Figlio

e dello Spirito Santo.

f*cking langer.

DOOR CLOSES

And left Shun!

And left Shun!

Stand up

East!

Parade

Shun!

Would you like to inspect

the men, sir?

They've got me

bashing the square, sir.

Said they needed someone

who knew what the bloody hell

they were doing. So they resorted to

a spent old f*ck like you?

Aye. Escaped a prison camp.

And in my relief and elation,

I foolishly volunteered.

But, Paddy, with respect.

Stand easy.

May I request that

you do what you can

to get me the hell out of this unit?

You have no faith in

the new incarnation?

Well, the issue, sir,

is that everyone involved in

this new regiment is sane.

Completely sane. Aye, I can see

how that would be hazardous.

They make considered decisions

and proceed according to logic, sir.

It's quite unnerving.

I have to go and

retrieve a stolen donkey,

and then have breakfast

with the Mafia.

Of course.

But after, I'll do what I can.

Thanks, sir.

Parade Shun!

Last time. I can't do it.

You can do it. Come on!

Get aggressive.

Drive from your legs.

Come on.

Keep your back straight.

Lift, lift, lift, lift. I'm lifting.

See the legs? Look, look, look.

Here. And, up!

Father!

Excuse me, Father.

Can I speak to you, please?

In private.

Come.

Come.

Thank you for this, Father.

BELL TOLLS

Thank you.

I'm, um

..sorry, Father,

I, I don't speak Italian.

I hope you can understand me.

God will understand.

What's your sin?

It can't be washed down with

brandy or wine.

I know, cos I've tried.

SNIFFLES

I still hear the voices, Father.

What voices?

Help! Please! Stop the boat!

They're leaving us to drown!

There was men in the water

andand we could've saved them.

Please! Stop the boat!

I have a baby I've never seen!

Please, come back! Come back!

No!

We, we had room on our boats

and, you know,

we just went past them

and left 'em, like.

Why did you leave them?

We had orders, Father.

I still hear them orders

when I try and sleep at night.

You know, "Do not slow down.

"Do not come to their aid."

Yeah, we all hear the voices

at night, Father, you know.

I know that the other lads do

as well, but, you know, none of us

talk to each other about it, like.

Oh, yeah, we can't force them out.

HE SOBS

You know, we k*lled them poor lads.

You know, we left them.

I rang the bell to signify that it

is c*ck hour, Sergeant Kershaw.

You disturb the

Sacrament of Penance.

"Beware ye of false priests who

come to you in sheep's clothing,

"but inwardly are ravenous wolves."

Matthew, Chapter 5, Verse 15.

Thank you, Father.

BELL TOLLS

La colazione e servita!

Very nice.

Keep your weapons at hand, boys.

Riley, translate any whispers.

McDiarmid, get your feet off

the f*cking table.

VEHICLE APPROACHES

c*ck g*n

VEHICLE STOPS NEARBY

We are the Resistance.

Giustizia e Liberta Brigade.

From Syracuse and from the mountain.

Soldiers from the mountain.

OK.

We are the Special Air Service.

Beware of imitations.

Why don't you sit down?

We were told you invited others.

I was given orders

to break bread with the Resistance

and the people known as

the Cosa Nostra.

We are here, you are here

But they are not here.

I rang the bell at eight.

Perhaps their timekeeping is poor.

They always arrive before

they are due. You work with them?

w*r blows you to strange places.

We're anarchists and communists.

They're scum.

As are we, as a matter of fact.

We were told

you are fighting together.

Until the w*r is over,

we will fight beside them.

Then we will see them hang.

One big happy f*cking family

up there on the mountain!

Riley? Oh, the man in the fancy hat

here smells a rat.

Hey, darlin'. You know I've k*lled

11 men since I last saw a woman.

Is that it, Jock?

Is that your romantic approach?

If you like, we can

talk without them.

Paddy, listen

Why don't you take a seat?

Paddy! If they are coming to

a rendezvous,

they always send children

ahead to check.

Calm.

Why don't you have

a f*cking drink, hmm?

Riley? Man in the fancy hat says

he doesn't trust the priest.

I may shake his hand.

HE c*ck g*n

Paddy, what the f*ck is this?

Do you not hear that? Listen.

LOW RUMBLE, CUTLERY CLATTERS

Hey! Hey! Listen! Listen!

OVERHEAD DRONE

Incoming!

THEY ALL SHOU

f*ck!

Jock! On me!

Go! One, two, three!

They'll come back around!

Take positions!

Right, Jock Take cover!

sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!

PLANES QUIETEN

Here we go, hold! Hold.

Go!

Magazine in!

Loaded!

THEY ALL CHEER

Yes!

That Stuka is mine, huh? I claim it.

It's number eight for me.

You keep count?

I keep count.

Cosa Nostra

have no real allegiances.

For them, everything is personal.

They gave you up to the Germans.

What did you do to offend them, huh?

Paddy, the lady

asked you a question.

This breakfast was not my idea

..but it has taught me a lesson.

Be selective about the

orders that you obey.

Oh, that was close, man.

Where's that priest? He's gone.

Gone where?

North, across the front line.

And he's with the Germans.

So, he set the breakfast table

and then called the Luftwaffe.

I smelt collaboration on his breath

under the wine.

Your commanding officer saw only

the crucifix. Well, then, you've

brought it on yourself, Paddy.

I heard about your behaviour in the

church. About my what? My behaviour?

If you let loose your magazine

in the desert, you kick up sand.

If you do it here,

people are watching.

And God is watching.

Look, you don't even hate.

Not really. You just You get mad

and then you squeeze the trigger.

And then you make other people mad

to make your madness seem all right.

Jesus Christ, Jimmy,

that's f*cking

Speaking as someone who doesn't

usually give a toss,

you have to change, Paddy.

Someone has to make you change.

Be it God, or me

..or the ghost of that Catholic boy

that you left buried in the desert.

I wish to speak with the Colonel

who ordered me and my

men into a deathtrap.

Hand that to Greville-Bell.

Dismissed. Yes, sir.

My order to you to break

bread with people who had

bad intentions was the result

of a misjudgment on my part.

I trusted Father Cavalli.

I was wrong.

You were right. I apologise.

I will accept your apology

on one condition. Ah!

I would like to request that

Staff Sergeant Almonds

is transferred to join my detachment.

Paddy, after the attack on

Cannizzaro, you will embark

for the mainland, where part of our

mission is about hearts and minds

I need a man with Staff Sergeant

Almonds' specific capabilities.

Paddy, engage with what I'm saying.

I am engaging.

Staff Sergeant Almonds is

a religious man himself.

Perhaps he might be able to advise me

with regards to my behaviour.

Oh. Even just now,

he and I exchanged a few words,

and I am already

considering those words.

His advice to me is

that I must change.

You see, the problem with you,

Paddy, as well as everything else -

the good and the bad -

is that you are very, very smart.

I suck my thumb, you see, sir.

You use your deplorable

behaviour on this island

as an argument for stealing away

one of my best men.

No, it's the name of the SAS

that has been stolen.

Request denied, Major Paddy Mayne.

Now, you have one hour

to gather your troops

and f*ck off north to Cannizzaro,

where the Germans, the Italians

and, most likely, the Sicilian Mafia

will be waiting for you.

Oh, I'd say one hour is

more than enough time for us

to organise our withdrawal from

this pretty wee seaside town

which, in many ways,

reminds me so much of home.

Sir.

Gosh.

Very good.

Woo-h*-h*-h*-h*!

LAUGHTER

This is Fascist Government

money, lads, remember that.

Fill your nets.

No pasaran, eh, Pad? Go on by.

OK, roll up, roll up!

Paddy! I thought the Resistenza

made us all look

a wee bit pedestrian

LAUGHTER

..so help your f*cking selves, like.

I, er, gave the donkey

the Freedom of the City,

and we left the churches alone,

Paddy, as per your orders.

Not my f*cking orders.

That man's orders.

What did you tell your CO?

I told him that if he let me go

..that I would take charge of

Paddy Mayne's mortal soul

till the day we reach Berlin.

Shook me hand and wished me luck.

Reg.

Johnny.

HE WHISTLES

Men of the SAS -

known to the uninitiated as the SRS -

can I invite you to welcome back

my good friend,

my conscience and my voice of reason?

Staff Sergeant Jimmy Almonds!

THEY CHEER

Hey, good man.

Cheers, lads.

MUSIC: Counting The Beat

by The Swingers

Give me those field glasses,

will you?

Yeah.

♪ I look into your eyes

♪ Don't know where to turn

♪ I'm gonna drift into that void

♪ I'm flying through

space, I'm an asteroid ♪

Oh, David!

♪ ..Time doesn't take place

when you're paranoid

♪ I'm thinking 'bout you

and nothing else

♪ Think about you, you think

about me

♪ Thinking 'bout you, I'm counting

the beat

♪ I'm thinking about you

♪ I'm thinking about me

♪ I'm thinking about just you and me

♪ La-dah-de-de, there ain't

no place I'd rather be

♪ La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da

♪ La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da

♪ La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da

♪ La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da

♪ La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da

♪ La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da

♪ Uh-uh-oh, uh-uh-uh-uh-oh

♪ I'm bleeding to death

♪ On a cloudless day

♪ A three-four heartbeat ♪