02x06 - Episode 6

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MONTGOMERY: We do not care about

the mental health,

the psychological conditions

amongst your men,

just so long as you keep

..winning.

HE CHUCKLES LIGHTLY

320 miles.

BILL: For Paddy Mayne to function,

he needs someone to rebel against.

I'm perfect for the job,

don't you think?

SCREECHING

Mission completed. We leave Italy

to the ordinary soldiers now.

We, we're going home.

The Italian government has fallen.

The Italian guards

have left the camp.

We have 20 minutesto get free!

It's no good! Enemy's on the way!

Back the other way! Bloody hell!

Follow me!

Come on! Just leave it!

Come on!

We've got to hide!

Give me some of that!

Give me some of that! The Germans

are coming! No, get off!

That's mine!

Stirling!

Stirling, come on!

Germans are on the hill!

We don't have much time.

We need to take our chances

before the Germans arrive.

DAVID: What news of my men?

What are you talking about?

I've had no news for 15 days.

My men! The SA f*cking S.

Are they alive?

Well, the reports I heard,

they're most of the reason

the Italian government fell.

Now I hear they're

on their way home.

There, get that down you.

That's the first I've heard

about it.

Can you believe that?

Hey, listen up.

So

..that was Italy.

Some craic, wasn't it?

THEY LAUGH

Some craic.

Our grand old tour of Europe

began here,

but who knows where our itinerary

will take us next?

But first

CHEERING AND CLAPPING

Yes! Yes! John!

Hey.

Tonkin, you'd better tell

these what you got up to,

because they'll not believe me.

Well, er, I was captured.

They were going to sh**t me,

I escaped, and then, er

An angel came and scooped you up.

Ooh, Tinky-Tonkin!

THEY LAUGH

Er, something like that.

No, you wouldn't believe me

if I told you.

Erm, but

Uh, what I will say is

..me standing here now,

you all standing here now

..it is living proof

..that someone up there

..likes us. Yeah. Yeah.

So, we are unstoppable.

CHEERING

Yeah! I'll drink to that, Tonk!

He's back!

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

Get the whisky!

SHOUTING IN GERMAN

g*nf*re

GUNSHO

SHOUTING IN GERMAN

This place is a maze. It has been

a fort, church, monastery.

There's holes everywhere.

What do we do with holes, David?

We hide in them. You said the

Allied troops are advancing.

Soon, they will be here,

and the Germans

are not coming to secure

this prison.

They are coming

to take the prisoners away

and ship us all back to Germany.

But they'll have to find us first.

Find a hole, sit tight

..wait for them to leave.

The only person who was better

than me at playing hide-and-seek

was my mad sister, yes, and she was

once missing for three days.

Listen, hide-and-seek

is best played by individuals.

Otherwise, one tends

to start giggling.

Mwah! Good luck, old boy.

David? Yes?

Are you sure you're quite all right?

Oh, God, no. Not sure at all.

Come on, Jack!

SPEAKING GERMAN

g*nf*re

They're here!

We need to hide! Quickly!

g*nf*re AND SHOUTING IN GERMAN

GUNSHO

SPEAKING IN GERMAN

HE CHUCKLES

SPEAKING IN GERMAN

Oh, my God.

BANGING

Wake up, boys!

You're home.

Give us a f*cking lie-in, will you?

Home time, boys.

Cor blimey!

Haven't seen them for a while.

Feels like it's all over.

Paddy said it's just begun.

How long we got at home, Paddy?

Till the whistle blows

and the second half begins.

You can spend half-time

brushing up on your French.

♪ There'll be bluebirds over

ALL: ♪ The white cliffs of Dover

♪ Tomorrow

♪ Just you wait and see. ♪

MUSIC: The White Cliffs Of Dover

by Vera Lynn

♪ There'll be bluebirds over

♪ The white cliffs of Dover

♪ Tomorrow

♪ Just you wait and see ♪

MEN SHOUTING

Argh!

MEN LAUGH

♪ ..I'll never forget

♪ The people I met

♪ Braving those angry skies ♪

Michael. Daddy! Hey!

♪ ..I remember well

as the shadows fell

♪ The light of hope in their eyes

♪ And though I'm far away

♪ I still can hear them say

♪ Bombs up

♪ But when the dawn comes up

♪ There'll be bluebirds over

♪ The white cliffs of Dover

♪ Tomorrow

♪ Just you wait and see

♪ There'll be love and laughter

♪ And peace ever after

♪ Tomorrow

♪ When the world is free

♪ There'll be bluebirds over

♪ The white cliffs of Dover

♪ Tomorrow

♪ Just you wait and see. ♪

♪ But give me enough of the fine old

stuff that's made near Galway Bay

♪ Come gougers all from Donegal

♪ Sligo and Leitrim too

♪ We'll give them the slip

and we'll take a sip

♪ Of the rare old Mountain Dew. ♪

The mist will bring

the brown trout up.

It'll be a good day.

Aye.

And the mist will hide us

from the bailiffs.

It'll be a grand day all round,

I'd say.

Mist and fog are always our friends.

So, the sand of the desert

couldn't keep your

soul buried, Eoin?

Ah, no.

I missed the fog

..and the water, the fish.

You.

I missed you.

I'm not sure I can forgive myself

..for any of it.

You see, I keep waking up

and finding myself alive.

No matter how hard I try.

It's like a horse race,

but, actually,

you're riding on a carousel,

so there's no chance your horse

will overtake the one in front

..and the one behind you

will never catch you up.

The horse in front is contentment.

The horse behind you is death.

There I am.

Lieutenant Colonel

Robert Blair Mayne,

sitting on a plaster f*cking horse,

unable to get off

the f*cking carousel.

You sure got off the carousel,

though, didn't you?

I was spun off.

That was not my choosing.

No, you got off to stick around

in the desert.

It was the desert where we

were most easily ourselves.

Ah, yeah, the desert.

When it was the desert

and you and me.

You and me.

Paddy?

You don't think you'll make it

to Berlin, do you?

It's not reaching Berlin

that concerns me.

It's this.

The aftermath. Sitting in a boat,

sitting on a tractor,

sitting at a desk,

and nothing comes at you.

Nothing comes whizzing

or exploding or

..punching or stabbing.

It's just air.

Just the dead f*cking air.

f*ck!

MEN SHOUTING: Please, turn back!

We're British! Please!

They're leaving us to drown!

Please, stop the boat!

Stop the boat!

Here

..at least when the air is empty,

when there's no f*ck there

..at least I'll always have company.

Aye.

At least from now on,

I'll never truly be alone.

Oh.

Oh, God!

Get me up, get me free,

get me through the w*r

..and get me a drink.

As you can see, I've, erm, taken

a bit of a tumble from the wagon.

Do you mind?

Ah! To victory.

Yeah, sorry, I, erm

I don't, er I don't

I don't really drink toasts

to anything any more.

It's rather odd ceremony

to offer up a sip of the thing

that's destroying your sanity

for the sake of some

good cause or other.

Your mind is surviving.

I see that.

And you have changed.

I can see that.

I was obliged to k*ll people.

I was good at it.

But I have learned that I'm not

so good at what comes next.

What, you mean you feel regret? No.

I feel horror at my lack of regret.

How was your journey home?

I took a flight with

Lieutenant Colonel Bill Stirling.

I got a message that

you wanted to see me

as soon as I got back to England.

What was so urgent? Er

I really can't remember.

But I-I could make

an educated guess.

What, with you being French

and what likely comes next

in the conduct of the w*r.

Next few months, I imagine

you'll become rather important.

Important how? Ah, well

..like almost everything else in

this crucial moment in the w*r,

that is a secret.

PHONE RINGS

HQ

Oh, hello, sir.

Come!

At ease. Take a seat.

First, Colonel Stirling,

congratulations

from Winston Churchill himself

on your part in redrawing that map.

Mr Churchill has a fondness for

the SAS, stretching back to Africa.

And we, too, on behalf of

the Allied Force Headquarters,

now have a very high

regard for your men

and what they are able to achieve.

Why is it that all this praise

and niceness is making me nervous?

As you know, preparations

are well under way

for the invasion of northern Europe.

We've explored a range of

possible invasion points

along the French and Dutch coasts.

And done it in such a way

that German intelligence

will believe that all

of them are possible.

Current thinking in Berlin is that

we will attack the Hook of Holland,

thanks to tireless deception work

carried out by Dudley Wrangel Clarke

and British intelligence.

May I just say, before you continue,

that wherever it is decided the

main invasion force should land,

I hope that all the earlier

flattery was not an attempt

to solicit the SAS to once

again act as shock troops?

No. That is not what

this meeting is about.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

AFHQ believe the best use of the SAS

would be in advance of

the main invasion.

1SAS and 2SAS would be dropped

behind coastal defences.

How far behind? 30 miles.

HE EXHALES SHARPLY

And how far in advance

of the main invasion?

36 hours. 36 hours?!

Their task would be

to establish positions

and then to disrupt

every attempt by the enemy

to reinforce the coastal defences

at the actual point of invasion.

This would be nothing more than

a suicide mission!

No other regiment was even

considered for this vital role.

Because deep, deep, deep down,

somewhere in the corridors of

military power,

there is a resentment against

the SAS,

against my brother, and against

the success we have achieved.

Actually, old man,

everyone pretty much knows

the success is almost entirely

down to Paddy Mayne.

Ah.

Who you would have k*lled in action,

or shot dead, ex*cuted,

to protect the conventional troops,

who will take all the glory.

The SAS have proven their worth

and they are best used arriving

where they are least expected.

Well, this plan would be unexpected

because it is insane.

I am leaving this meeting.

Sit down, we have other matters

to The answer is no,

and I will fall on my sword over it!

You may not need to fall on

your sword, Colonel Stirling.

If you continue to question orders,

there are those inside GHQ who will

happily stab you in the back.

Ah.

Dismissed.

Ah.

DOG BARKS

SOLDIERS SPEAK GERMAN

DOG BARKS

CLANGING

SOLDIER SPEAKS GERMAN

Argh!

I surrender!

Please, don't sh**t!

Please!

HE BREATHES SHARPLY

Prepare, prepare,

the iron helm of w*r.

Bring forth the lots,

cast in the spacious orb.

Th' Angel of Fate turns them

with mighty hands,

and casts them out upon

the darken'd earth! You!

Stop! Prepare

Ah.

Can I help you with

something, officer?

You were seen running

through the village.

A mother and her children

heard you talking.

They thought you might be

talking into one of those radios.

And they thought perhaps

I was a one-man German invasion,

come to Northamptonshire all alone?

I'll need to see

identity papers, come on.

I am a soldier,

but I'm not German.

I'm Irish.

And why were you running?

Because for a man in my condition,

running is the same as walking.

Plus, I am in a hurry.

To get where? London.

You're going to London on foot? Aye.

What that lady and her children

heard was me reciting poetry

which, in my madness,

I am very f*cking prone to do.

Lieutenant Colonel

Robert Blair Mayne.

Special Air Service.

You deliver mail?

If there's going to be an invasion,

I am always first with the news.

That's why I'm going to London.

There's going to be a wee invasion,

and I think they want

me to be a part of it.

Actually, officer,

I'm running late for

my first meeting.

So, in the name of

His Majesty The King,

I need to borrow your bike.

Borrow myborrow my bike!

f*ck!

BICYCLE BELL DINGS

Oh, f*ck!

Where is he?

He's waiting for you, General.

Of course, sir.

Colonel Stirling isn't alone.

His companion cycled all

the way down the corridor

with his hands off the handlebars.

This f*cking regiment!

Whoever you are,

a General just walked in the room.

The arm I use to salute

is a wee bit stiff, sir.

I fell off my bike in Hendon,

in my haste to get here.

Colonel Stirling, what is

the meaning of all this?

And what the f*ck is he doing here?

What I am doing here, sir,

is giving my

professional opinion on your plan.

You shared a classified plan of

operation, without permission?

As I recall from our last meeting,

General Montgomery insisted

the entire success of the SAS

in Italy was down to Paddy Mayne,

so why wouldn't I share what

you're still daring to call

"the plan" with him?

30 miles behind the lines,

36 hours before the invasion.

Oh, glory to the fallen!

That information is top secret.

If it's 30 miles behind,

36 hours before,

it'll make no difference

where in France your forces land,

my regiment will all

be dead by the time

you set foot on the beach.

Right! So, to be clear,

you are sharing

classified information,

and from what I am hearing,

you are suggesting that you would

disobey a direct order! No, no.

No, no, sir.

I would go alone, myself.

That, I would do. But I would

not ask my men to come with me

since most of my men

are quite keen to live,

whereas I am, at best, equivocal.

Oh, and the other problem

with your plan, sir,

is that it would not work.

If you drop us into France

36 hours before,

it'd only take one gust of wind

to blow one parachute

into the arms of the enemy.

They would put two and two together

and begin to work out

where the invasion point is.

And you would be giving them

36 hours to prepare.

Since it's you

..and especially you

..I will share your concerns

with General Montgomery.

And, Colonel Stirling

..your conduct in this matter will

be noted at the very highest level.

f*ck!

Goodness!

Were you and I

just on the same side?

Goodness, I-I think we were.

And from what I could tell, by your

man's wee outburst just there,

you might have just sacrificed your

military career to save the SAS.

I told you in Cairo

..my brother was

this regiment's midwife.

I am not prepared to be its coroner.

Also in Cairo,

I told you you had done nothing

to earn my respect.

Chopped down no trees,

cut up no logs, fed no fires.

Please don't say anything nice

to me, it'd be too confusing.

Will they listen to us,

do you think?

A rather grand old spy has

invited me for drinks tonight.

I understand you're invited too.

Aye, I got a note.

c*ck at The Ritz. Mm.

Did the grand old spy say

what the meeting is about? No.

But I'm guessing it will

either be a celebration,

fond farewell

..or an execution.

Your single malt whisky, sir.

Thank you.

Ah.

Now, behave. Ahem

Paddy.

So, you are the "grand old spy".

That's how my commanding officer

described you.

Oh. Ha!

Well, Paddy, I've, er

I've called you here

to give you some good news.

Shall we, erm, order some champagne?

No, no. I'm sound, thank you.

What good news?

Well, I've heard from AFHQ

that Montgomery has agreed

to think again about the SAS's

involvement in the coming invasion.

He's changed his mind,

Paddy, because of you.

He holds you in high regard.

Well, I thought you'd be pleased.

For myself, the manner of

my passing is a detail,

so being excused a suicide mission

is of no consequence.

But my friend, Bill Stirling,

is afraid that, come what may,

the knives are now

officially out for him.

And he's your friend,

and your commanding officer? Aye.

That is some achievement.

Is my friend right to be

concerned about knives?

Ahem "And in his silence,

he spoke a thousand words."

Let's drink a toast to common sense

and second thoughts,

and see what the night brings.

You know, I can recall a drunken

conversation around a fire,

in which somebody said the SAS

was invented by a spy,

who wore Chanel dresses.

Was that you?

Er

Well

..these days, I prefer

a less elaborate couture,

but, erm, yes, it was I who started

this whole extraordinary process.

Which makes you, Paddy Mayne,

my offspring.

And every young German that you

strangle is on my account with God.

So you could say the SAS

is kind of a lethal poem,

from the imagination

of a deranged poet.

HE CHUCKLES

Give me that f*cking flask.

APPLAUSE

Brilliant! Bravo!

Thank you. We'd now like to

invite you to the floor Ah.

..for our next number,

Fools Rush In.

Two spies at the same table.

And a secret to be revealed.

Who said that w*r couldn't be fun?

French 75.

Er, er, two, please.

What?

It's going to be a

difficult evening.

What exactly is this meeting about?

My creator, over here,

said something about the truth.

There, now, all four

of us are gathered

..so now, we can begin.

Where exactly did Paddy

suggest we meet?

He said he was invited

somewhere fancy,

and where he goes,

we should be allowed to go.

HE WHISTLES

Night-night, ladies!

Enjoy yourselves!

SOLDIERS SPEAK GERMAN

SQUEAKING

Oh, Lord.

Uh-uh. Uh-uh.

SOLDIERS SPEAK GERMAN

Ah

Uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh. Uh-uh.

Ah

Uh!

Ah!

Tomorrow morning,

intensive preparations will begin

for the invasion of France.

Paddy Mayne and 1SAS

will be deployed to

the Highlands of Scotland at 7am.

Which is why my boys are now

all safely tucked up in bed.

2SAS will be deployed to Scotland

in three days' time.

And to complete the triangle,

Eve Mansour

will be deployed to the

same camp a day later.

Yes, Colonel Stirling.

Eve was briefed this morning

by General de Gaulle himself,

which is why I've called

this meeting.

General de Gaulle has ordered Eve

to act as liaison between

the British and French SAS,

who will fight together,

as part of the invasion force.

So Eve will be deployed to

the Ayrshire camp,

as will you, Colonel Stirling.

So the two of you

..will be working closely together.

Officers and liaisons will be

cooped up in close quarters,

living cheek by jowl

for several months.

Are you trying to make

a point of some kind?

Of a particular kind.

Allied Force HQ have heard a rumour.

They need to know the status of

your relationship

with the new French liaison officer.

What do Allied Force HQ

need to know exactly?

There is nothing that needs to be

known about our relationship.

This is f*cking absurd.

Colonel Stirling, I ask you again,

is there anything that

needs to be known? If the rumour

is that we are sleeping together,

then the rumour is wrong.

We are not and will never.

Ah.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Not my business.

Well, it will be your business

if it affects your preparations

for invasion.

It'll be left to you

to deal with the mess.

The mess? Yes, there is a mess.

AFHQ have decided

..to open an inquiry into your

close relationship in Italy

..with a French spy.

OK.

OK.

Dudley Wrangel Clarke.

AFHQ's bitter little emissary

of bitter little messages.

I made the mistake of

questioning an order,

and then being proven right,

thus proving someone else wrong.

And this is how revenge is taken.

Very well.

To avoid an entirely unnecessary,

yet embarrassing, inquiry,

I will tender my resignation

in the morning,

as I suspect you knew I would.

And you can tell those

that sent you,

the feud between the British Crown

and the ancient clan Stirling,

which began in 1715,

is entirely mutual.

And then, please

..tell them to f*ck off!

Sometimes, my job is

terribly difficult

Ahem! ..particularly

in matters of the heart.

You f*cking b*stard!

That was highly entertaining.

A spiteful officer class vendetta,

amounting to the removal

of an effective officer,

right ahead of the most important

operation of the w*r.

I'm just acting on instruction.

Who will replace him?

Oh, you know, someone

..far less effective. But then, the

officer class knows that in truth,

the SAS is run by you, so

..what do they care? You just

carry out their orders. Yes.

w*r's a dirty business

..isn't it? I don't know.

I just cut throats.

I don't break hearts.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you, thank you.

We'd like to invite

you onto the floor

for a slightly livelier number.

Roll 'Em.

MUSIC PLAYS

The SAS have arrived!

Ladies, the men are here!

Oh, oh, oh! Look out!

Standards must have dropped in here,

I'd say. All right, Pad?

Gentlemen, the maitre d' has asked

you to please leave.

These men are under my command.

Why would they be taking

instructions from you?

Groups of military in uniform

greater than five

are not allowed into the

restaurant and bar area.

I must have counted 25

American soldiers, all in uniform.

That is a special celebration.

We do make exceptions.

Oh, when the bribe's right, is it?

Chewing gum, cigarettes?

Yankee dollars?

All we've got is scars.

Sir, if you need help

escorting these gentlemen out,

we are United States Marines.

I really don't think you Brits

can afford these prices.

Ha-ha-ha!

HE WHISTLES

Pardon me? This is The Ritz.

I really don't think

you Brits can

COME ON!

I owe you a stout, Reg.

You all right, sweet pea?

g*nshots

Children, children,

children, children.

MY children.

Soldiers of the Special Air Service,

you have a very early

day tomorrow

..and you have a w*r to win.

Okey dokey.

Let's make tracks.

See you in Paris, sweet pea.

Gentlemen, please!

There is literally, literally,

nothing here.

Aye, there is.

Look, there's a bush there, look.

And, er, there's a tree,

cowering in the wind.

And then there'sthere's rocks.

And above that's the sky.

And above that's God.

God never got round to this place.

I actually think

it's quite beautiful.

And if the rest of you

f*ck would f*ck off,

and if Hitler would f*ck off,

then I could easily see myself

living out the rest of my days here.

What are we going to drink, Paddy?

Melted snow and rabbit's blood.

And we're going to k*ll

red deer stags with our teeth.

Oh, it's going to be a grand

adventure out here, boys.

Loaded. Clear behind.

I do hope nobody was in there.

Ready

Go!

Remember what we talked about.

Hit the bicep, hit the nerve.

Go again.

What time do you have, Pad?

Three minutes. Absolute shite, boys.

Oi! That was you, you fat b*stard!

Load 'em up!

WATER RUNNING

Missed a spot.

Oh, sh*t.

INDISTINCT GERMAN CHATTER

DOG GROWLS

MUSIC PLAYS

Oh!

Halt! Oh, sh*t!

Ah!

SHOUTING IN GERMAN

Jesus.

Halt! f*ck!

g*n FIRES

DAVID GROANS

We have a special place

designed for men like you.

BILL: "Dear David

"..I have resigned.

"So, no Stirlings will participate

in the as*ault on Europe.

"Our men are gathering in great

numbers near our family home.

"They're to be trained in

a new level of total w*r.

"The regiment has been saved

from a certain suicide mission

"and been given one which is

merely insanely reckless.

"The men of the SAS are now in the

rough hands of your friend and mine.

"I'm sure their next adventure

will make us both proud.

"Your loving brother, Bill."

EXCITED CHATTER

Last night, I shot and shattered

a bottle of brandy

belonging to the French battalion.

This is by way of recompense.

I learned in Africa

that my communication

with the French

is best conducted

through medium of dead deer.

Can I come in? Of course.

MUSIC PLAYS

Please, sit anywhere.

I have news.

I already know what

happened to David.

I received a letter yesterday.

He said they have sent him

to a castle in the clouds.

I believe the castle is

called Colditz Castle.

Is that bad? It's far from good.

But he will escape.

He will try,

that is f*cking certain.

Actually, my news

is not about David.

In my capacity as

commanding officer,

I have been sent here to relay to

the French liaison

the exact date of the invasion

of France. Hang on, one second.

MUSIC STOPS

Tell me. The first advance party

of British SAS invasion units

will land in France

..tonight.

I myself only found out last night,

so I've come to tell you.

Your French boys will

be deployed tomorrow.

Then I will see you in France.

You're coming too?

How could I not?

So, who's going to eat

the f*cking deer?

We will win, Paddy.

That is the intention.

Will you try to stay alive?

That is the intention.

You see, I'd quite

like to see Berlin.

And after that, who knows?

After that, you will be David's

best man at his wedding.

I will make sure of it.

That gramophone there,

is that a wind-up one?

Yes, it's all I could find here.

And you won't be needing it?

No, I won't be needing it.

Well, if you don't mind?

Paddy, what are you going

to do with a record player,

in the middle of an invasion?

The boys are tired of my singing.

So, if on some b*ttlefield

between Normandy and Paris,

you hear Whiskey In The Jar

played at full volume

..you'll know I'm close.

WINSTON CHURCHILL:

We shall not fail or falter.

We shall not weaken or tire.

Neither the sudden shock of battle,

nor the long-drawn trials

of vigilance and exertion

will wear us down.

Give us the tools

and we will finish the job.

Paddy!

What the f*ck is that?

It's a gramophone, Reggie.

A record player.

I thought it'd be nice to have

some music to listen to.

Music? Aye.

I'm going to take it

into France with us,

and then we can all listen to

some music together.

THEY LAUGH

Paddy, are you f*cking mad?

Of course he's bloody mad,

we're all bloody mad.

And how do you plan on getting

that down to the ground?

Oh, I've all that worked out,

Reggie boy.

I'm going to strap it to my left leg

and then be sure to land

on my right.

THEY LAUGH

What's the records, Pad?

MUSIC: Whiskey In The Jar

by The Dubliners

Woohoo!

♪ Well, I was going over

♪ The Cork and Kerry mountains ♪

Sing up!

♪ ..I saw Captain Farrell

♪ And his money, he was counting

♪ I first produced my p*stol

♪ And then produced my rapier

♪ Saying, "Stand and deliver"

♪ For I am your bold deceiver

♪ Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da

♪ Whack for the daddy 'o

♪ Whack for the daddy 'o

♪ There's whiskey in the jar

♪ I went into my chamber

♪ For to take a slumber

♪ I dreamt of gold and jewels

♪ And for sure, it was no wonder

♪ And Jenny took my charges

♪ She filled them up with water

♪ Then sent for Captain Farrell

to be ready for the slaughter

♪ Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da

♪ Whack for the daddy 'o

♪ Whack for the daddy 'o

♪ There's whiskey in the jar. ♪

STAND!

WINSTON CHURCHILL:

You ask, what is our aim?

I can answer in one word.

Victory. Victory at all costs,

victory in spite of all terror.

STAND

..AND f*cking DELIVER!

MUSIC: Walk All Over You

by AC/DC

♪ Out of my way, I'm a-running high

♪ Take a chance with me

and a-give it a try

♪ Ain't no woman in the world I know

♪ Walk all over you! ♪