SAS Rogue Heroes

They wanted to meet a member of the unit that so infuriated Hitler.

I have a nephew about his age.

Bang! - Bang!

Bang!

Any one of you who surrenders

is to be executed.

So this was a kind of a last supper.

Bill Stirling ordered me not to let you go anywhere near the front line.

Welcome to the SAS.

I gave you one extra day of life.

You're not SAS. I guess you can give this one to me.

I don't think so.

The first ever engagement of 2 SAS...

Speed up! Get out of the way!

Will be one of the most important engagements

of the war in Europe so far.

Fighting beside some of the best soldiers on Earth.

Come on!

Move!

Reg! - Matteo!

He's got no chance, Reg.

Now, look, I know the last words of lots of people are rather heroic, but...

Fuck you.

And your mothers, and your fathers

and your fucking boyfriends, they can all fuck off.

Alright, look. Just give me another swig of that schnapps.

Komme, komme!

Squad!

Squad... 'shun!

Stand easy.

Where is Cooper?

Hospital, sir.

Concussion, broken rib.

Right.

Here are the accounts

from our recent exchange

in the defense of the town of Termoli.

21...

men of the Special Air Service lost their lives

during our successful engagement with the enemy.

Many have sustained injuries.

McLoughlin critically.

Others are missing.

Or taken prisoner.

We who are gathered here are what remains of us.

Those taken prisoner will be dead now.

Dead by the rising sun.

Blindfolded and shot

cos our enemy is too afraid of us

to let us live.

So now, we are indeed liberated

to be the dogs we are.

Paddy.

We're here to bury comrades.

We will now share the privilege...

of reading the names of those who fell.

Parachutist G. Cassidy.

Lance Corporal L. Crisp.

Parachutist S. Davison.

Parachutist A. Duncan.

Lance Corporal J.W. Fassam.

Sergeant J.S. Finlay.

Good man.

Lance Corporal C.M. Grant.

Parachutist E. Grimster.

Parachutist W.H. Hearn.

No.

No, I can't.

Sergeant J.B. Henderson.

Lance Corporal J.O. Hodgkinson.

Parachutist W.M. McAlpin.

Good man.

Lance Corporal J. McDonald.

Sergeant B. McNinch.

Sergeant O'Dowd.

Parachutist Pocock.

Lance Corporal Scherzinger.

Silifants.

Skinner.

Stewart-Johnson.

Wilson.

And also Sergeant Seekings.

Sergeant Reginald...

Seekings.

Don't you dare put your name on that list, Reg.

Staff Sergeant Jim Almonds.

Riley.

Cooper.

Kershaw. - Pull yourself together, will you, Reg?

Paddy Mayne. - Show some respect, lad.

Say my name again.

Major Paddy Mayne.

Skinner.

Seekings.

Riley.

Cooper.

Fraser.

Kershaw.

Say my name again. - Mayne.

Put me at the front.

Put me in first. Put me where I won't last a day.

Every night lasts ten years. I can't live that long.

Now you're making sense.

Send me with a bayonet, Paddy.

Here we see the final stages of a process, men.

The living soldier

who wants to be on that list.

Now you're truly unstoppable.

I hereby promote you to the rank of Staff Sergeant.

All those in favor say aye.

We are not human anymore, Paddy.

Soldier's Bible.

And you can keep it, since I know it by heart.

Now piss off while we sing a hymn.

Go.

Abide With Me, lads.

West...

south.

Sunshine, decent boots...

and... very good company.

Everything a Boy Scout could possibly need, eh?

320 miles.

Piece of cake.

I thought I'd give you time to pay your respects.

But now I'm afraid it really is time for you to go.

Who packed my things?

A nurse, tending to some of our wounded.

My driver will take you back to Bagnara.

Eve, you really don't have a choice.

You can't stay here.

Last night, I used a transceiver to radio London.

I spoke to my editor.

Your editor.

Who had spoken to President De Gaulle

who had recently spoken to the Minister for War

who had spoken to General Montgomery

who is the supreme commander of all British forces.

Yes, I know who General Montgomery is.

What I don't think you know is that he's on his way to Termoli

right now to congratulate the SAS

on resisting the German advance.

I had London send a coded transcript to confirm De Gaulle's instruction to me

to stay in Termoli to speak with the important visitor

as official representative of the Free French Forces in Italy.

What Free French Forces?

The ones that will be sent to join you

in preparation for the liberation of France.

I understand Lieutenant General Dempsey is going to tell you all about it

when he gets here.

He's coming along with Montgomery.

Classified material.

I will burn it.

Change of plan. Unforeseen.

Return to your duties.

Lieutenant Colonel Stirling.

I am not leaving the front line until we reach Paris

where I will buy you a bottle of champagne.

The song dies when you stop singing.

I could order you to sing

but you sound like a fuckin' camel.

I am a camel, Paddy.

Carrying a great weight.

You mean me?

You mean my immortal soul? Is that it?

I mean I'm... carrying a great weight, Paddy.

Oh, fuckin' not you as well.

I am on a tour of my men hoping to boost morale.

How is your morale?

No English.

Riley!

Translation required. - / And when the war is over /

Vaffanculo.

I am on a morale-boosting exercise

and I sense there might be an issue

that is affecting the morale of our wee Italian friend here.

You want me to translate that?

It is a morale issue involving you, Sergeant Major.

I think you might've gotten his goat.

Yeah, I think I might have gotten his goat too.

Alessia...

is not your wife.

Yeah, she's free to choose.

And she chose... Yankee Doodle Doo!

Whoa!

Drop it.

Go on, mate! - Come on!