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The Great Escape Script



Go inside.



Hurry up.



This way.



Hurry up.



Yeah, this'll do.

Which one are you gonna have?



- I...

- No, that's mine.



Allez hup!



How far are the trees, Danny?



Over     feet.



Yeah, I'd say    .



Long ways to dig.



We'll get Cavendish to make a survey.

I wish Big X were here.



Willie, you think X got away?



He'd have sent us word

somehow if he had.



- Gestapo, you think?

- Either that or he's dead.



- Group Captain Ramsey?

- Yes.



I am Hauptfeldwebel Strachwitz.

Will you accompany me, please?



- I'll look after your gear, sir.

- Right.



Gruppenkommandeur Ramsey.



Good morning, Group Captain.



I'm Captain Posen, Von Luger's adjutant.

Since you're senior British officer,



you are to be liaison between

the prisoners and the colonel.



He wishes to make clear to you

certain matters of...



the word is "policy"?






Thank you.



Gruppenkommandeur Ramsey.



I am Colonel Von Luger. Please sit down.



Group Captain Ramsey,

in the past four years



the Reich has been forced to spend

an enormous amount of time,



energy, manpower and equipment



hunting down escaping

prisoner-of-war officers.



At least it's rather nice

to know you're wanted, isn't it?



For us it's not a matter for levity.

There will be no escapes from this camp.



Colonel Von Luger, it is the sworn duty

of all officers to try to escape.



If they can't, it is their duty

to cause the enemy



to use an inordinate number

of troops to guard them



and their sworn duty to harass

the enemy to the best of their ability.



Yes, I know.



The men under your authority

have been most successful.



This man, Ashley-Pitt, for example.



Caught in the North Sea, escaped,

recaptured, escaped, recaptured.



Archibald "Archie" Ives:

   escape attempts.



Even tried to jump

out of the truck coming here.



Dickes, William.



Known to have participated

in digging of    escape tunnels.



Flight Lieutenant Willinski: four escapes.



MacDonald: nine.

Hendley, the American: five.



Haynes: four. Sedgwick: seven.

The list is almost endless.



One man here has made

   attempted escapes.



Group Captain, this is close to insanity.



- Quite.

- And it must stop!



Colonel, do you expect officers

to forget their duty?






It is because we expect the opposite

that we have brought you here.



This is a new camp.



It has been built

to hold you and your men.



It is organised to incorporate all

we have learned of security measures.



And in me, you will not be

dealing with a common jailer,



but with a staff officer

personally selected for the task



by the Luftwaffe high command.



We have in effect put

all our rotten eggs in one basket,



and we intend to watch

this basket carefully.



Very wise.



You will not be denied the usual facilities.



Sports, a library, a recreation hall,



and for gardening we will give you tools.



We trust you to use them for gardening.



Devote your energies to these things.



Give up your hopeless

attempts to escape.



And, with intelligent cooperation,



we may all sit out the war



as comfortably as possible.



- What do you do here by the truck?

- I'm stealing tools.



- For stealing tools, cooler.

- I was only kidding.



- Oh, you're American.

- Yes, and you're a German.



Of course.

Why do you come to Germany?



- Why fight for England, your enemy?

- Enemy? What are you talkin' about?



- In       they burned your capital.

- That's propaganda.



It's in the history books. I read it.



Now go away from here.

If you steal tools, cooler.



Yeah. No tools.



Hey, Virgil.



Hey, did you see the cooler?



Boy, is it ever a big one!



- I think they expect a lot of business.

- Yeah.



Those two guys who were with us in

the old camp, in hut    I can't find them.



- You think the goons left 'em behind?

- I guess.



What were their names?

It was Jackson and...



- And Dexter.

- Dexter. That's right.



I'm gonna see who else I can find.

I'll see you later.



Hey, Danny. Who are they?



Russian prisoners. They cut down trees.



- They keep them here?

- No, they take them out.



Willie, cigarettes.



Danny and I have a blitz in mind. Could

you put on a brief show for the goons?



Sure, man. What'll it be? An all-out go?



- Choir practice?

- Knuckles, eh?



- Yeah. Knuckles will be fine.

- Give him the coat.



- What are you doing with my coat, mate?

- What? It's mine!



Are you pushing me?



That's mine, you son of a...



Stop it! Stop this nonsense!



It's all right, mate. We're just

having a friendly little argument.



- No more fighting. No more!

- All right.



- Back in your huts.

- Yes, sir.



You, too!



Get away! Get back in your huts!



Go on!



Hey, Hilts. Looks like there's only

one other American in the whole camp.



Some guy named Hendley

in the RAF Eagle squadron.



Hey, you got something goin' already?



See the way the goons

got those towers placed?



- There's a blind spot through the middle.

- A blind spot?



A guy could stand at that wire

and not be seen by either tower.



They'd never see me, especially at night.



- You're crazy.

- You think so? Let's find out right now.



Now, the next step's a little tricky.



- You're not goin' out there?

- Not while they're lookin', I'm not.



I think I'll take a little walk.



- Danny, you speak Russian?

- Only one sentence.



Let me have it, mate.



- What's it mean?

- I love you.



I love you? What bloody good is that?



I don't know.

I wasn't going to use it myself.



Out. Out!



- Your friend, yes?

- Huh?



And who vouches for you,

Lieutenant Willinski?



Get out, Sedgwick.



Hold it, hold it!



- Your name?

- Ives.






Ives. Oh, yes. Archibald Ives. Scots.



The photograph doesn't do you justice.



I'd like to see one of you

under similar circumstances.



I will not take action against you now.



This is the first day here and there has

been much stupidity and carelessness...



on both sides.



Hey! Get out!



Don't shoot!



You fool! To cross the wire is death!



- What wire?

- This wire! The warning wire!



It's absolutely forbidden to cross it.

You know that.



But my baseball rolled over there.

How am I gonna get my baseball?



- You first ask permission.

- Oh, OK.



- Gettin' my baseball.

- Stop this! Get over the wire immediately!



- OK.

- You stay there!



Out of the way. Out.



What are you doing

over here by the wire?



Like I told Max, I was trying to get my...



- What were you doing by the wire?

- Well, like I told Max...



I was trying to cut my way through

your wire, because I wanna get out.



Do you speak German?



Wire cutters.



I have had the pleasure of knowing quite

a number of British officers in this war.



And I flatter myself

that we understand one another.



You are the first American officer

I have met. Hilts, isn't it?



Captain Hilts, actually.



-    escape attempts.

-    sir.



- Tunnel man, engineer.

- Flier.



I suppose what's called

in the American army a "hotshot pilot".




you were shot down anyway.



So we are both grounded

for the duration of the war.



Well, you speak for yourself, Colonel.



- You have other plans?

- I haven't seen Berlin yet.



I plan on doing so before the war's over.



Are all American officers so ill-mannered?



About    per cent.



Perhaps while you are with us,

you will have a chance to learn some.



   days isolation, Hilts.



- Captain Hilts.

-    days.






Oh, you'll still be here when I get out?






- Name?

- Ives.



Flying Officer Ives.



Cooler.    days.



- Cooler, Ives.

- Pleasure.



- Hilts.

- Yeah?



What did you do in the States?

Play baseball?



No, I was in college.



- Say, Ives.

- Aye?



- How many escapes have you tried?

- Four over, seven under.



- Tunnel man, huh?

- Sure, I am that.



How tall are you, Ives?



Five feet four. Why?



Oh, just wondering.



What did you do in college?

Study physical education?



Chemical engineering.

Did a little bike riding, though.






Motorcycles. Flat tracks, county fairs.

Picked up a buck here and there.



- Helped pay my tuition.

- I did a wee bit of racing myself.



- In Scotland.

- Bikes?



No, horse racing. Jockey.












Are you there, Hilts?



Yeah, I'm here.



Don't you have them in the States?







They were the days. Saturday nights

in towns like Musselburgh and Hamilton.



You had to fight off the birds.



You know, birds.



Girls, man. Girls.



Do you not have them in the States?






Are you there, Hilts?









You know the kind of clay and gravel

we got here in the compound?



How many feet do you think

you could get through in eight hours?



I could go through this dirt here

like the bit on an end of an auger.



But you know it's not the digging.

It's the shoring up with wood



and getting the dirt out -

that's what you've to worry about.



No, it isn't, Ives.

You don't have to worry about that.



How are you going to get the dirt out?



- What do they call a mole in Scotland?

- A mole.






Well, what do you think?



I must say,

it's an interesting first    minutes.



I'd say we made fools of ourselves.



As the sergeant out there says,

this is only the first day.






Don't take too much notice.

The goons may not know who he is.



- I'll pass the word.

- I'll tell the old man.



He has arrived.



The prisoner Bartlett is discharged

into your custody, Colonel Von Luger.



I suggest this prisoner be kept



under the strictest

security confinement permanently.



Make a note of Herr Kuhn's suggestion.



We have reason to believe

he is the leader



of numerous criminal escape attempts.



Squadron Leader Bartlett

has been three months in your care,



and the Gestapo has only

"reason to believe"?



If he once more falls into our hands,

he will not be so lucky.



Air-force officer prisoners are

the responsibility of the Luftwaffe,



not the SS,



or the Gestapo.



At present, yes, Herr Oberst.



That is why he is returned

for the moment to your care.



Of course, if the Luftwaffe

is not up to the task,



the prisoners will find themselves

totally in our charge.



We regretfully are not

so professionally understanding.



Squadron Leader Bartlett,



if you escape again and be caught,

you will be shot.



Herr Kuhn.



- Eric.

- Hello, Roger.



- They dumped you here, too.

- What's this one like?



Well, it's new.



Here. Let's find you a bed.






Come in.



- Hello, Roger.

- Hello, sir.



- I'll put your bag in your room.

- Thanks, Eric.



- How are you?

- As well as can be expected.



The fellows wanted to put up

a welcome committee, but that's for later.



- I saw Willie and Willinski with Mac.

- A lot of old friends here.



- How long have you been here, sir?

- Arrived today.



New camp, expert guards, the elite.



You met the commandant?



Yes, I did.



What were the Gestapo

and the SS doing with you?



They wanted to find out

who helped me to the border.



Who else is here? Cavendish?



- Nimmo and Sorren?

- Griffith, Haynes.



- Blythe?

- Yes.



Almost the whole X organisation.



Almost. They cleaned out all the other

camps and dumped us in this one.



As Von Luger put it:

"All the rotten eggs in one basket."



There's madness in their method.



What about Tommy Bristol?



No, but there's an American - Hendley.



Is he a scrounger, blackmailer?



- MacDonald says he's the best.

- Good.



Last of the tea until

the Red Cross gets through again.



I scrounged this from Sedgwick.



Did the Gestapo give you a rough time?



Not nearly as rough

as I now intend to give them.



Roger, personal revenge must be

kept out of what we have to do here.



Too many lives are at stake.



What my personal feelings are

is of no importance.



You appointed me Big X,

and it's my duty to harass,



confound and confuse the enemy

to the best of my ability.



- That's true.

- That's what I intend to do.



I'm gonna cause such a terrible stink

in this Third Reich of theirs



that thousands of troops'll be

tied up here looking after us.






By putting more men out of this



perfect camp of theirs

than have ever escaped before.



Not two or three or a dozen, but        .

Scatter them all over Germany.



- Think that's possible?

- The men are here to do it.



The goons have put every escape artist

in Germany here. You said so yourself.



Have you thought of what it might cost?



I've thought of the humiliation

if we just tamely submit,



knuckle under and crawl.



Surely you don't advocate that,

do you, sir?



I have to point out

one thing to you, Roger.



No matter how unsatisfactory

this camp may be,



the high command have left us

in the hands of the Luftwaffe,



not the Gestapo and the SS.



Look, sir, you talk about

the high command of the Luftwaffe,



then the SS and the Gestapo.



To me they're the same.

We're fighting the bloody lot.



There's only one way to put it, sir.



They are the common enemies of

everyone who believes in freedom.



If they didn't approve of Hitler,

why didn't they throw him out?



I have no argument with you, Roger.



As senior officer, I'm merely

pointing out a pertinent fact.



When are you calling a meeting, X?






Gentlemen, no doubt you've heard the

immortal words of our new commandant.



"Devote your energies

to things other than escape



and sit out the war

as comfortably as possible."



Well, that's exactly

what we're going to do.



We're going to devote our energies

to sports and gardening,



all the cultural pursuits

as far as they're concerned.



In fact, we're going to

put the goons to sleep.



Meanwhile, we dig.



Now, even a superficial look

at the compound



shows us that huts     and  

are closest to the woods.



The first tunnel goes out from    



directly east

under the cooler and the wire.



But that's over     feet, Roger.



- Did you make a survey, Dennis?

- Only a temporary one, sir.



- I make it just over     feet.

- Tell me when you've got an exact one.



Willie, this time we'll dig straight down

   feet before we go horizontal.



That'll rule out any question

of sound detection or probing.



All right, Roger,

but did you say the first tunnel?



I did. There'll be three.



We'll call them Tom, Dick and Harry.

Tom goes out directly east from    .



Dick goes north from the kitchen, and

Harry goes out parallel to Tom from    .



If the goons find one,

we'll move into the other.



How many men do you

plan to take out, Roger?






There'll be no half measures this time.

Identification papers for everyone.



And, Griff, we'll need outfits for the lot.



-    ?

- Mostly civilian clothes.



Yes, but...



OK, Roger.



Mac. Maps, blankets, rations,

compasses for all the walkers.



- Timetables for every train.

- Right, Roger.



- Sorry I'm late, Roger.

- It's all right, Colin. Sit down.



We're going to tunnel.






Willie, you and Danny'll be tunnel kings.

Danny, you'll be in charge of traps.



Sedgwick, manufacturer.

Griff, as I said, tailor.



Nimmo and Haynes, diversions. Mac,

of course, will take care of intelligence.



Hendley. We haven't met.



- Scrounger?

- Right.



Dennis, maps and surveys.



Colin, you'll take your usual job. Eric,

how are you gonna get rid of this dirt?



Usual places. I hadn't anticipated

three tunnels, but we'll manage.



Roger, who's going to handle

security for all this?



You are. I want a system of stooges

covering this compound



from front to back,

checking every goon in and out.



I want a signal system so perfect

that if ever a ferret gets within    feet



of any of the huts in which we're working,

we can shut down without a sign.



Well, I don't think there's much point

in discussing any more now.



I'll meet each of you on the exercise

circuit, and we'll pound out the details.



Nothing else, is there, Mac?



I shouldn't think so, Roger.



Oh, hello.



My name's Blythe.






- For birds.

- I used to do a little hunting myself.



Oh, not hunting. Watching.



Oh, a bird watcher?



Yes, that's right.

Watching them and drawing them.



I suppose you have

bird watchers in the States?



Yes, we have some.






I only drank tea once, in the hospital.



Where's your kit?



This is it. The rest was confiscated

in the last shakedown.



The goons didn't appreciate

some of my more personal items.



Such as.



- You're the scrounger.

- Yes, that's right.



I'll need a camera.



- What kind?

- A good one.



A   mm f .  with a focal-plane shutter

should do all right.



All right.



- And film, of course.

- Oh, of course.



Oh, Hendley. I need a pick. Big heavy one.



- Only one?

- Two would be better.



I'm afraid this tea's pathetic.



I must have used these

wretched leaves about    times.



It's not that I mind so much.



Tea without milk is so uncivilised.






I'll get our wood.



Close up! Close up!



Close up!



Close up!



Close up!



- No me sprechen the English.

- Close up!






Blythe, what are you doing here?



I'm in Photographic Aerial

Reconnaissance lnterpretation.



Went for a joyride to see for myself.

It's my own silly fault.



The aircraft bought it.

Got shot down. Terrifying.



- No, I mean, what do you do here?

- Here?



I'm the forger.



Forgers are installing themselves

in the recreation hut.



- Sedgwick?

- I'm in     .



- Griffith.

- Well, I'd like to work in     Roger.



   ? Right.



I'll work in    . For now, Danny, Willie

and their trap team will be in    .



I want to take a chance on the tunnels

and press ahead without any shoring-up.



We will need timber for the shafts

and the entrance chambers.



Hendley figures

there are    empty bunks.



We can tear up     and move the men

around so the goons won't miss them.



The rest will come

from strips off the wall.



- Is Hendley taking care of this himself?

- Not yet.



He's working on some steel

for a pick that Danny needs.



Hey! What the hell is going on here?



Turn the water off! Get your hands away!



Get away!



Hey! What the hell's going on there?



Stop this nonsense!



Get away!



Turn the water off!






In the stove, we keep fire burning always.

The goons will not feel like moving it.



- Good.

- Hendley, two tiles, they are chipped.



- We need new ones.

- There's some in      's washroom.



- Should match perfectly.

- Good.



It's going to be a bit tricky, Danny.



Not when you're organised, Mac.



- We're ready.

- Big enough?



It's perfect. Right through

the middle of the foundation.



Good luck to us, Danny.



Why   ?



This is the   th tunnel Danny's started.



All right?



It's good.



It's very good.



Get out! Get out!



You're not in your hut?

What are you doing here?



Mopping up.



- And you?

- Shower. I need a wash.



I'm watching him. I'm a lifeguard.



Put on warm clothes.

You might be outside all night.



No. I vote no. Look, we've put

the goons to sleep exactly like you said.



But just one little thing like this

and we're up the creek without a paddle.



- Ives, sit down, won't you?

- Hello, sir.



Hello. Squadron Leader Bartlett,

Captain Hilts.



Flight Lieutenant MacDonald.



I understand you two

are contemplating a blitz-out.



Where'd you hear that... sir?



MacDonald. It's Mac's job

to know everything that goes on.



We thought perhaps we might talk it over.



Why? It's only a two-man job.



Everybody in the camp is supposed to

clear all escape attempts in advance



with Squadron Leader Bartlett here.



We don't necessarily want to interfere.



It's just that... well, what sort of blitz

were you contemplating?



We sneak out at night to a spot

I found near the wire - a blind spot.



Then we dig down, take the dirt,

spread it on top so it won't make a pile,



and then straight out.



Ives here is a tunnel man, so he digs

in front, pushes the dirt behind him.



I stash it behind me, then we burrow

through the dirt like a couple of moles.



By dawn we're under the wire, across

the open space, into the woods and gone.






When do you intend to try this?



- When do you intend to try it?

- Oh, tonight.



Hilts, this may not be quite

the right time for this sort of thing.



Look, sir, I've been in the bag

nearly three years now,



bloody close to being wire-happy.



It's a blitz-out for me, or forget it.



It'll work. I know it will.



Good luck.



Thank you.



- Hilts, um... how do you breathe?

- We got a steel rod with hinges on it.



We shove it up and make air holes

as we go along.



Good night, sir.



Now, why didn't anybody

think of that before?



It's so stupid, it's positively brilliant.



But it'll bring every goon

in the camp down on top of us.



I don't know.

Perhaps we're being too clever.



If we stop all the breakouts,



it may only convince the goons

that we must be tunnelling.



I hope it works. If it doesn't, they're going

to be in the cooler for an awful long time.



- Good, huh?

- Danny, it's bloody beautiful.



- This is the dirt from the compound.

- This is from the tunnel.



Wherever we put it,

they're going to spot it a mile away.



Maybe we could put it under the huts.

The dirt's dark there.



It's the first place the ferrets would look.

I saw one measuring yesterday.



Maybe we could dry it to the same colour.



- There are    tons of it.

- I was just thinking out loud.



If you must think,

for God's sake, think clearly.



Where the devil is Ashley-Pitt?



We can't destroy the dirt

and we can't eat it.



The only thing left to do is camouflage it.



That's as far as my thinking takes me.



Didn't they teach you

promptness in the RN?



You'll never believe it,

but I think I have the solution.



The problem is somehow to get rid of

this tunnel dirt over the compound.



Well, of course.



Would you mind?






you fill these bags

with the dirt from the tunnel.



Then, wearing them inside your trousers,



you wander out into the compound



where you pull these

strings in your pockets.



Out come the pins.



- Eric, it's good.

- All you have to do is kick it in.



Unless you're a fool,

the ferrets won't see a thing.



It's indecently brilliant.

What do you think, Roger?



- We'll try it first thing tomorrow.

- I already have. It works.



Mac, this is what we'll do.



- A little present from Tom, sir.

- Thank you, Nimmo.



Nice garden you've got, sir.



All right. Let's look sharp.



That looks sharp.






Please, gentlemen, continue.

This is merely a routine inspection.



- Good morning, Squadron Leader.

- Good morning, sir.



I am sorry the soil here isn't

better suited to your men's purpose.



We'll manage, sir.



I must say I am surprised with

the extent of this activity, Group Captain.



- Pleased, of course, but surprised.

- Surprised, Colonel?



Fliers are gentlemen, not peasants

to dig in the earth. So I am surprised.



The English are keen on gardening.



Oh, yes, but flowers. Is this not so?



You can't eat flowers, Colonel.



Good point.



I have the nasty feeling

he knows exactly what we're doing.



- Maybe he does.

- You don't really think so, do you?



If he does, we'll find out soon enough.



- Morning, Bob.

- Andy.



Here we are. Now, let's see.



Biscuits, two packets.



Coffee, two tins.



Bovril, one jar.



Cigarettes, six packets.



Strawberry jam, Sorren's.

Black currant jam, Cavendish.



And marmalade, mine.



Danish butter, Von Luger's.

I liberated it from his mess supplies.



Oh, yes. And Dutch chocolate. Two bars.



That cleans out the gift food

for the entire organisation.



Now, the first thing we need

is the new form of travel permit.



The forgers have no idea

what it looks like.



I'll see what I can do.



And, of course, any other

identity cards, personal papers,



documents you can put your hands on.



- Anyway, put 'em to work, Bob.

- Right.



Good luck.



O come all ye faithful



Joyful and triumphant



O come ye



O come ye to Bethlehem



Come and behold Him



Born the King of Angels



O come let us adore Him



O come let us adore Him



O come let us adore Him



Louis, where the hell is the air pump?



Patience is a virtue, Roger.



Yes, I know, but the diggers

can only work when the trap's open,



and this is holding us up very badly.



- Is it finished?

- Of course.



- Why isn't it in?

- Working on the air ducts now.



- Well, when will they be finished?

- One or two days.



- Does it work?

- Of course it works.



- Will it give us enough air?

- As much as you'll need.









Have it in by tomorrow night.



Christ the Lord



- Got a light?

- Yeah.






- It's pretty, isn't it?

- Yes.



Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like one?



I'll smoke it later when I'm off duty.

Thank you.



You probably have

a couple of roommates, huh?



- Beautiful day.

- Yes, but I think it might rain later.



No, no.



Red sky in the morning,

sailor takes warning.



Red sky at night, sailor's delight.



It was a red sky last night.



I never heard that before.



I learned it in the Boy Scouts.



- You were a Boy Scout? So was l.

- Really?



- Yes. I had    merit badges.

- I had   .



I was working on my   th when

the government abolished scouting



and sent me into the Hitler Youth instead.



Werner, you think you'll stay

in the army after the war?



No. I'm not a well man.



- And my teeth...

- Your teeth?



Yes. I could tell you

stories about my teeth



that would make your hair stand on end.



Our dentist here is a butcher.



But don't tell anyone I said so.



It's a soldier's right to complain.



Maybe in your army, but here?



One little criticism,

and... to the Russian front.



Is that so? Terrible.



That's terrible.






Why don't we go into my room?



I'd better not.

If Strachwitz should see me...



I was just gonna make some coffee.



Real coffee.



Coffee, coffee, coffee.



Where is it?



My grandmother keeps

sending me this stuff.



Oh, yeah. Here. Take one.



Yeah. Keep it.



Nein. I must go.



It's OK. You can keep it. We're friends.



With you in the cooler,

will we be friends? I must report this.



I don't understand you. Report what?

That you and I were chatting in my room?



- I must go.

- Oh, here. It's OK. Look, keep it.



I'll never be able to eat it all.

I've got all I could eat.



I'm sorry. All right. Forget it. Forget it.



And that, I'm sure you'll all remember,

is the voice of the Nelles warbler.



Let's turn our attention to this gentleman -

the masked shrike.



Lanius nubicus. The butcherbird.



The shrike impales his foes

on the spikes of thorn bushes.



Not a very lovable character, you see.

Let's have a look at the colouring.



Uniform black above, from head to tail.



A black rump, a black crown with a bold

white flash, and a white line over the eye.



The shrike lives

in lightly wooded country...



Ah. Hendley. Sit down. You'll find

drawing materials on the table.



The shrike lives in lightly wooded

country, olive groves and gardens.



Well, Hendley, have you

taken to birds too now?



Yeah. Stick around.

You might learn something.



I have better things to do than draw birds.



The voice is a monotonous succession

of scratchy, complaining notes.



Now, let's have a good look at this bird.

He's got a round shape...



An Urlaubsschein. Permission to

cross a frontier. Here's another one.



Which one's the forgery?



- That one.

- That's right.



They both are.



What's holding us up now is

the new form of this travel permit.



- We've no idea what they look like.

- Here's one.



And a military identity card.



And a...



- An Ausweis.

- Yeah.



- Permission to be on Reich property.

- A ticket to Oden.



What appears to be the ferret

assignments for the next week.



You get    out of    for this, old boy.



- Thank you, sir. Take good care of that.

- Where did you get this?



It's on loan.



In order to get

the right amount of outfits, Roger,



I suggest that we work

mainly from service uniforms.



I can do double-breasteds,




and rather nice lounge suits.



Lapels. I can do quite a lot

of things with those.



I can have them deep like that

or high ones like that.



Here's one that

we're working on right now.



Oh, yes. What about buttons?



Take a look at those.

Here's one that I've finished, Roger.



And here's one that I dyed

with a bottle of blue ink.



It's rather good. What's up, Roger?



The goons'd have a field day

if they crashed in on this lot.



That's Sorren's department. Now, I've

started working on the other materials.



This blanket.



Particularly the stripes. Marvellous.



- Coats.

- Yes.



I've got the chaps working on these

all over the compound.



Those battle dresses -

I'm afraid they're a bit too short.



I'll have to get the chaps to make those

into some sort of workingman's outfits.



Blanket ticking.



Now, I've made these into

rather nice little waistcoats.



- Very dapper, yes. Dyed, of course.

- Of course.



Just take a look at this, Roger.



Now, this blanket material, we scrape

this down until it's really smooth,



and then dye it with boot polish.



Corduroy scrounged by Hendley.

I wish we had more of this.



- Where in God's name did you get these?

- Hendley.



- Where did he get them?

- I asked him that.



- What did he say?

- "Don't ask."



Let me show you some of the overcoats

I've been working on.



Good morning, Hilts.



Well, if you're here to find out

if I'm going out again, I am.



- When?

-    days.  th of July.



- Dark of the moon.

- Correct.



Is Ives going with you?



Yeah, if he wants to.



You know that Ives is close to cracking?






- Better for him to go out in the tunnel?

- Safer.






It's possible for one man to get out

through the wire, even get away,



but there are in fact a considerable

number of people besides yourself



in this camp who are trying to escape.



I appreciate that.



Something's coming - I can feel it -



and it's coming right around the corner

at me, Squadron Leader.



- My name's Roger.

- All right, Roger.



Yours is Virgil, isn't it?



Hilts. Just make it Hilts.



Yes, well, as I was saying, Hilts,



we have maps of Germany -

general maps, that is.



We have all the information we need

for the escape routes out of Germany.



But what we do not have...



Is a clear idea of what's     yards

beyond those trees.



We've tried every goon in the camp.

No go.



We must know the exact position

of the local town.



We want to know where

we hit the main roads.



Where the police stations are,

where they've got their roadblocks.



And most important of all,

we've got to know how to get from here



to the railway station.



No. Absolutely not.

When I get through that wire,



I'm not gonna be

making maps for you guys.



I'm gonna be so far away, you won't hear

if they're shooting at me with howitzers.



- Understandable.

- Completely.



I mean, I'd like to help, but...



Interesting idea.



- How many you taking out?

-    .









You're crazy. You too.



    guys just walking down the road,

just like that.



Well, some on the road, some by train,

some cross-country.



They'll have forged papers, clothes,



maps, compasses, rations.



You're gonna alert

every goon in the country.



Anybody that can carry a pitchfork

is gonna be out looking for you.



They're gonna swoop down and scoop

you up so fast it'd make your head swim.



Yes, well, thanks, anyway.



- If I can help on the tunnel, let me know.

- That's good of you.



Any time.



Wait a minute. You aren't seriously

suggesting that if I get through the wire



and case everything out there

and don't get picked up,



to turn myself in

and get thrown back in the cooler



so you can get the information you need?



Yes. One has to ask some very

strange things in the job I have.



- We'll give you a front place.

- I wouldn't do that for my own mother.



- I don't blame you.

- Well, OK, then.



- It's completely understandable.

- Well, OK, then.



Yes, well, thanks, Hilts.






Herr Hendley, l...



Oh, it's all right. Blythe's a friend.



- What's the matter, Werner?

- My wallet, my papers, my identity card.



Gone. I lost them. Everything.



He lost his wallet.



Do you realise what would happen

if Strachwitz found this out?



- The Russian front.

- Dear, dear.



I've looked every place, every place.



I must have lost them while I was in here.



- No.

- Yes.



Look, I told you we were friends.

We'll find them.



Oh, thank you, Herr Hendley.






Not now. It might look a little peculiar



if you and I were seen

probing around at this time of night.



Look, I'll find them. I promise you I'll

find 'em if I have to tear this room apart.



- Thank you.

- Forget it.



- Werner.

- Yes?



There is one small favour.



A camera.



We want to take some snapshots.

You know, keepsakes.



  mm with a  .  lens and a plane shutter.



Focal-plane shutter.



Werner, that's a focal-plane shutter.



Let me know when you got it.



He's a crazy, mixed-up kid,

that Werner, but I like him.






How soon's our air pump

going to be ready?



- I'll have it for you tomorrow.

- You're badly behind schedule.



- How's it coming, Danny?

- No good.



- No good?

- Today, three times.



Willie, you all right?






You're gonna have to shore up the whole

bloody tunnel, Roger. All     feet of it.



Four times today.



This way we never get through.

We must have more wood.



It's a lot of timber, Roger. Can you get it?



We'll get it. We've gotta get it.



I'll put Hendley on it,

and the new man we got this morning.



OK, Willie.



On the first day of Christmas

my true love sent to me



A partridge in a pear tree



On the second day of Christmas

my true love sent to me



Two turtle doves

and a partridge in a pear tree



On the fourth day of Christmas

my true love sent to me



Four calling birds, three French hens



Two turtle doves

and a partridge in a pear tree



On the fifth day of Christmas

my true love sent to me



Five gold rings



- How's it going with the rafters up there?

- Taking out one in four.



Stay with it.



Five gold rings



Four calling birds, three French hens



Two turtle doves

and a partridge in a pear tree



On the seventh day of Christmas

my true love sent to me



Seven swans a-swimming,

six geese a-laying



Five gold rings



Four calling birds, three French hens



Two turtle doves

and a partridge in a pear tree



Five gold rings, four calling birds...



Bloody singing. I've never worked

so hard in all my life. Hi, Hilts.



Say, Cavendish...



Three French hens, two turtle doves



And a partridge in a pear...



Allez hup!



Never mind.



Here's a present from our friend Werner.






Simply splendid.



This should do very nicely.



Those are Ashley-Pitt's men.



He requested permission to dispose

of some of his dirt in our attic.



Tom has reached just beyond

that pile of wood, sir.



- Harry, of course, isn't as far as that.

- How much further to the trees?



We make it    feet, sir.



- Dark of the moon is the  th...

-  th and  th.



A day earlier in August.






There he goes again.



Why is he buying up all

the potatoes in the camp?



I've been working on that,

but I can't find out.



Hilts and Hendley

lock themselves in every night.



Sometimes Goff's with them.

Other nights he's on guard outside.



Mac, we'll close down Dick and Harry.

Seal them off.



Put the entire effort into Tom

and press on into the trees.



Right, Roger.





















About face!



Forward march!



- What is it?

- They're celebrating the revolution.



It's the  th of July.



What the devil's this?



Gentlemen, you're invited for free drinks.



- A little present from the colonials.

- Down the British.



- Quite right too.

- And a little drink to Tom.



And to getting home.



Very well. We accept.



- Up the rebels!

- Down the British!



Gentlemen, follow us.



About face!



Company, halt!



All right, let's line up down here!



All right, grab a cup!



Line it up! Here we go.



That explains what happened

to the potatoes.



No harm in closing down Tom

for one day, Roger.



I suppose it'll do us all good

to let off a bit of steam.



There's only    feet to go, sir, and you

can feel it throughout the whole camp.



- I think that calls for a drink.

- Hear, hear.



- Drink it up!

- What is this stuff, Hilts?




American moonshine. Moonshine.



Make my moustache grow. Cheers.



Keep it moving.



Hello, Eric. Don't spill any of that.



- There you go.

- Down with the British.



All right, old cobber. Keep it mo...



- Don't get any on your clothes.

- Cheers!



- Don't spill any of that.

- Before your morning tea?



Keep it moving.



Don't get any on your clothes, sir.



American moonshine.

Don't smoke right after you drink it.



No smoking.

No smoking while you're drinking.



Get good and stoned, my friend.



Keep it going. Keep it...



No taxation without representation.



Keep it going, boys. Keep it...



Keep it going, fellas. Enjoy yourselves.



Well, let's drink to Tom.



To Tom.



In the three years, seven months

and two weeks that I've been in the bag,



that's the most extraordinary

stuff I've ever tasted.



- It's shattering.

- Well, I think it's rather good.



Well, with your permission, sir,

I think I'll all on kive.



Call on Ives.



Cheers, Hendley!



You know what that is?



I'll tell you what it isn't.



It isn't Napoleon brandy.



How do you like it, sir?



Well, it's...



To the colonies.






How are you managing over there without

us? Getting along all right, are you?



We seem to be getting along all right,

shir... sir.



Yes, well, it's...



It's good stuff, Hilts.



Thank you, sir.



Danny! Here's to...



Roger, goons in    .



- Who?

- Strachwitz.



We have to ignore it. If we pay attention,

the goons'll know the hut's important.



Here's to going home.



Come on, Danny.

They've searched it a hundred times.






Anyway, I'm glad we've got you

in the tunnel with us. To Tom, eh?



Och, never mind. You'll be walking down

Argyle Street in a couple of weeks.



To Tom. You know, Sandy,

I'm just beginning to realise that myself.



Why shouldn't you, man?

We're nearly at the trees, boy.



We're nearly at the trees, eh?



Herr Hauptfeldwebel!



Herr Hauptfeldwebel!



Oh, my God! They've found Tom.



It's the tunnel.









Sir, let me know

the exact information you need.



- I'm going out tonight.

- Right.



Open up Harry.



We dig. Around the clock.



- Cooler.

- Right.



Well, I didn't think

they'd catch him so soon.



He wasn't caught.



Hilts, welcome home.












Are you all right, Danny?






All right.



All right. Bring some shovels. I'm all right.



For God's sake,

you've left out a whole eagle.



That's impossible.






Four days' work up the bloody spout!



I'm sorry, Colin.



It's all right, Smithy.



It's getting late.

You push off to bed. I'll pack up here.



All right.



- Good night, Colin.

- Good night, Smithy.



I can't see a bloody thing.



- Your German's very good.

- Thanks, Mac. I've put in a lot of...



Watch it. That's the easiest way to trip up

a suspect. Don't fall for that old gag.



- I'm sorry, Mac.

- OK. But remember, German always.



One, two, three, four, five.






No, it's me.



How do you like the old escape suit?



Fine, fine.






How do you like mine?



It looks splendid.



Where are you going?

You'll get yourself shot.



- What's the matter with you?

- I'm going out through that fence.



Danny, we're getting out through

the tunnel. We're almost clear.



Please, Willie, let me alone.



I can't go in that tunnel any more.



So I'm going out through the wire.



Danny, think. We're getting out,

but not through the wire.



We're getting out through the tunnel.

It's finished.



- I go out now.

- No.



Danny, you go through that wire

and you'll get killed.



Don't do that.






Since I was a boy,



I hate and feared little rooms,



closets, caves.



Danny, you've dug    tunnels.

Over    tunnels.



Because I must get out.



I hide the fear, and I dig.



But tomorrow night in the tunnel

with all those men,



I'm afraid maybe this time

I will lose my head



and ruin the escape for everybody.



So I go now.



Danny, I'll see you through the tunnel.



I'll look after you.

I'll stick with you all the way.



All right.



- Good evening.

- Hello, Roger.



Well, how do you think we look?



It's as bad as all that?



Colin, I want first of all to say that without

you, we would not have been ready.



That's all right. I had lots of help.

Lots of very good help.



What's the matter, Roger?



You can't go.



- What do you mean?

- I can't allow it.






You can't see your hand

in front of your face.



You'd be caught before you got    yards.



That's ridiculous.



That's ridiculous. Never heard

anything so absurd in my life.



I can see perfectly. I can see perfectly!



I can see... that pin down there.



- Does that satisfy you?

- What pin? Where?



Colin, do you see the foot of the door?



Yes, of course.



Put the pin down there, will you?



All right.



All right. Come on.



Come on. Sit down.



Sit down. It was a good try.



I hate these last-minute letdowns,

but I've only just been told.



- It's too risky for you.

- Don't you think that's Colin's decision?



- No, I don't.

- Come on, Roger.



We all know the score here.

Well, at least, most of us do.



Your idea of this escape

is to start another front,



to foul up the Germans behind the lines.

All right, that's fine.



But once we get past that wire and have

them looking all over Germany for us,



that mission is accomplished.



Afterwards, we have

some ideas of our own.



You mean getting home?



- Back to your family?

- That's right.



Do you really believe

I haven't thought about that too?



I'm sure you have.



I know Colin has.



And, Roger, I have too.



We think we can make it all the way.



Not Colin. He'd be an appalling hazard

to the escape. That must be my decision.



Let's talk about hazard.

Let's talk about you.



You're the biggest hazard we have.

The Gestapo has you marked.



No one has said you can't go.



That's true.



I have thought about the Gestapo.



But if you're asking me how far

a commanding officer is allowed to go,



or dare go,



or should be permitted to play God,



I can't answer you.



But I can tell you



a blind man is an unnecessary hazard

to himself and the whole plan,



and must therefore be

eliminated from the operation.



Colin's not a blind man as long

as he's with me, and he's going with me.



It's all right with you, Colin?



Oh, yes. Quite.



Very well. I'll arrange for your escape

numbers to be altered accordingly.



Good night, gentlemen.






he's quite right.



He's completely right.



I really shouldn't go at all.



My eyes have been getting

worse and worse lately.



I think they call it progressive myopia.



I can see things up here. Close to.



I can see to work, but...



you're just a blur.



I know.



Oh, hell. We'll make it in great shape.



Colin, do you have any tea?



- Yes, of course.

- Then let's have some.






Hi, Hilts.



Hey, Mac.






Tonight. We thought

they'd never let you out.



Me, too. Let's get at it.



- Bartlett's waiting for you.

- I'll be there.



What time?



Only eight minutes now, Danny.



You OK?






Griff, down there.



Goff, there.



Smith, Foles, third on the right.



Blythe, Hendley, third on the left.



There are the lights.



Right on the tick, Danny.



Look down the tunnel, Danny. It's lovely.



It's just like Blackpool

at the height of the season.



You ever been to Blackpool, Danny?









I don't know.



It's time, Roger.



Bartlett, MacDonald, Ashley-Pitt.



It's all clear, sir.



All set, Roger.






Good luck.



They're coming down

the shaft now, Danny.



And then they'll be coming

right up the tunnel.






I can't wait. I must get out.



Danny! Danny! Danny! Danny!



What is it, Danny? What's the matter?

Danny! Come here!



Roger? Danny and I'll go later.

We'll take another place.



Danny, tell me what this is

and tell me quickly!



This tunnel is mine as much as anybody.

I dug it. I built it.



I was buried many times.

I go when I want.



Let me out. Let me out.



Take him out, Willie. Take him out.



Danny? What is it?



Danny, what's going on?



It's all right, Sedgwick.

It's all right. We're going later.



Danny, it's all right. It's all right.



We can take another place in the line.

It's all right.



All right, Colin. Down you go.



Sit down. Feel the top rung of

the ladder with your right foot. Got it?



Down you go.



Danny cut out, huh?



Willie took him up top. Hilts, l...



- Remember, keep your head down.

- Right.









All right?



- Hold on to yourself. You're    feet short.

- What do you mean?



   feet short of the woods.

The hole is in the open.



The guard is between us and the lights.



How could that happen?



What the hell difference does it make?

It's happened.



- Roger...

- Damn it, Mac! I'm trying to think!



We could postpone it.



All the documents are dated today.

It's now or never.



One chance. When the guard goes to the

far end, you might be able to move out.



I think I can make it to the woods,

set up a signal when you're clear.



What about the towers?



They're gonna be watching

the compound, not the woods.



Mac, pass the word.

Send down    feet of rope.



Send down    feet of rope!



Send down    feet of rope.



Send down    feet of rope!



- What?

-    feet of rope!



- What do they want that for?

- How should I know? Get the rope.



- How's it going? Have you heard?

- Some kind of foul-up, I think, sir.



- Haven't they moved into the tunnel yet?

- I don't think so, sir.



He's over there.



Right. You go first, Eric.



I'm staying here till we get moving.



- See you in Piccadilly.

- Scott's Bar.






Thank you.



- Good luck.

- Right.



We're moving.



Danny, they're moving through

the tunnel now. They're getting out.



When Warsaw fell, you escaped and

came to England because you're a flier.



You came because you wanted to fly

with us and fight the Germans.



We can get out now.

We can get back to England.



If you don't go through that tunnel,



everything you've done

will have been for nothing - nothing!



- Blythe's behind, Mac.

- Right.



In here, Colin.



Sit down.



You're up, Sedgwick. I'll take over.



- What have you got in here? A piano?

- That's very funny, mate.



- You won't get this thing through.

- I'll cope.



- Was that Sedgwick with his trunk?

- Who else?



I wish he was home with his kangaroos.



- We're    feet short.

- How the hell...?



Hilts is on the other end

of that rope in the woods.



As soon as you feel a couple of tugs,

off you go, but keep Colin low.



- Good luck, Colin.

- Thanks, Mac.



What's that?



- It's an air raid.

- Oh, God! No!



The goons'll pull the switches.

We'll lose the lights in the tunnel.



Come on, Colin. We can get out

when the lights go down.









It's an air raid.

Searchlights are out. Come on!



Get 'em out.



- It's gonna give!

- Danny.



Danny. Danny, it's all right.

Danny, it's the lights.



Light the lamps down there!



There's been an air raid

and they've cut the lights.



Danny, it's all right. Listen to me!



Danny, look.



Come on, fellas. Move! Move!

We can get dozens out in this darkness.



What the hell's going on?



- You go.

- No. Danny.






- What is this, Willie?

- Danny.



- Is he stuck in there?

- He's all right.



Get him out fast.



Come on.



Come on, Danny, move.



Up you go.



Give me your bag.



We're on the rope!



You and I had better get out, or we won't

have a chance of any of the trains.



It's moving. We'll just have to pass

the instructions from man to man.



- Right.

- I'll be right behind you.



Come on, come on.



Come on.



- Hey!

- Don't shoot!



Don't shoot!



Don't shoot!



Get off! We're coming back!



Oh, boy. There's a hell of a lot

of shooting going on up there.



Think they've been shooting them

as they came out?



We would've heard the shots before.






Wait for me.









- How many did he say?

-   .






-   .

-   .



- Dismissed.

- Ten hut!



Half the guys who missed

their trains are piled up here.



Ashley-Pitt, Roger, MacDonald, Nimmo.



Makes quite a group.



- What do we do?

- Wait for the train.









- Are the police on the train?

- The Gestapo are with them. Let's jump.



All right.



- I'll tell you when.

- I'd prefer you just to give me a firm push.



- Are you all right?

- Yes, I'm fine.



That's quite exciting.



- It isn't stopping.

- No, we're all right.












- Where were you going, Cavendish?

- I... I hadn't quite decided.



What information were you

to collect on the way?






What sabotage directions

did you receive?



What have you done with your papers?



- Papers?

- Forged papers and identity cards.



Don't be so stupid.

What did you do with them?



All I did was escape from a prison camp.



You'd do the same if you'd been

locked up for three years.



- I wanted to get home.

- I don't think you'll see your wife again.



You've got the wrong man.

I'm not even married.



You're wearing civilian clothes.



You're a spy. Spies are being shot.



This is my uniform.

I had to recut it when I lost weight.



I dyed it with boot polish

to cover some oil smears



I picked up when I was shot down.



And you lost your insignia

over the years?



That's right.



- Look...

- That's all, Cavendish.



Hello, boys.






- Hello, Haynes.

- Hello, Cavendish.



I wish I could say I was happy

to see you again.



- Just picked up?

- Yes, this morning.



There's a trainer out there I can fly.



- Any sentries?

- Yeah, it's gonna be a problem.



Colin, when I say go,

crank this clockwise.



When the engine catches, don't move,

or you'll get a mouth full of propeller.






Next stop, Switzerland!



The Alps.






Over this range, then    more minutes

and we've got it made.



- What is it? Petrol?

- I don't know. We're losing power.



Go that way! I'll follow.









Stop! Don't shoot! Please!



Colin, I'm sorry I fouled things up.



That's all right.



Thank you for...



getting me out.



Café Suzette.















You are English?



I'm Australian.



- You can speak English. I understand.

- Bloody good. I'm a British officer.



I've just escaped from

a prisoner-of-war camp in Germany.



I'm trying to make my way into Spain.

You understand me?



Can you help me?



- I know someone who can.

- Bloody good.



Good luck.



Thank you.



You are English.



Herr Bartlett?



Your German is good.



And I hear also your French.



Your arms... up!



Herr Bartlett.



And Herr MacDonald.



We are together again.



You are going to wish

you had never put us to so much trouble.



- What's troubling you, Roger?

- I'm just a little surprised.



I expected either a long stay

or a very short trip.






I have to admit,

I'm a little worried, though.



I hope to God I haven't

blotted   -odd ledgers.



Och, no, no.



We're all over    ,

footloose and fancy-free.



We'd never have got as far

as we did without you, Roger.



For what it's worth,

I think you did a damn good job.



- I think we all do.

- Yes.



All right. You can get out now.

Stretch your legs for five minutes.



It will take hours

before you reach the camp.



You know, Mac, all this - the organisation,

tunnelling, Tom and Harry -



kept me alive.



And even though we...



I've never been happier.



You know, Mac...



    of your men are being returned today.



Oh, who?



I do not have that information.






I am directed by a higher authority

to inform you that...



   of your officers

were shot while escaping.






Their... personal effects will be returned.



How many of them were wounded?



Here are the names... of the dead.



How many of the    were wounded?






They - the higher authority -



only directs me to inform you that...



that    men were...



I see.



Addison, John.



Alladale, Peter.



Bancroft, Edward.



Bartlett, Roger.



Cavendish, Dennis.



Eldridge, David.



Felton, William.



Fanshaw, Arthur.



I am your guide, se?or.






- Glad to see you're all safe.

- Thank you, sir.



- How many have been brought back?

- You're the first.



- Do you know how many got away?

- Not yet.



What happened to Blythe?



He didn't make it, sir.



Roger was right about that.



I'm afraid Roger didn't make it, either.



I've just posted the list. They shot...   .



The Gestapo murdered them.






MacDonald, Ashley-Pitt?






Danny and Willie?



No, they're not on the list.



- Haynes?

- Yes.



I'm sorry.



Roger's idea was to get back at

the enemy the hardest way he could.



Mess up the works.



From what we've heard here,

I think he did exactly that.



Do you think it was worth the price?



That depends on your

point of view, Hendley.



Yes, sir.



He is not to be saluted.

He's no longer in command.



The job just didn't work out, huh?



- You were lucky, Hilts.

- Lucky? Because I didn't...



How many?






It looks, after all, as if

you will see Berlin before I do.






Hey, Hilts!




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