World on Fire

Now we can stop pretending and get on with our lives.

After what we've just done?

You betrayed me in the snap with some Polish knicker elastic.

She was having a fit for a long time.

We know what to do, Frau Campbell.

The bloody Navy?

I'm fighting on the right side. At least give me that!

I'm joining up, too.

We have done nothing for the Polish people.

Nothing! We haven't lifted a finger.

You are dismissed.

This is your career. This is everything!

I was always destined to disappoint you.

If I have to die for my country, I will.

Dutch courage, Lois!

He's having to shave by himself there.

Private Broughton!

Sorry, Sarge.

Ahem.

There is nobody serving.

I shall be straight out.

Warsaw now lies in ruins

while Germany and Russia continue to carve out Poland between them.

Out at sea, the British Royal Navy are focusing their efforts

on scouring the South Atlantic in search

of the notorious German pocket battleship Admiral Graf Spee.

Hey, cook, how you doing?

Name the time. Name the day she lays an egg.

Take your bets. What you thinking?

- Five. - Cough it up. Come on, man.

Thruppence a bet.

Boys, you want to take a bet? Thruppenny.

- Come back later. - No, you're all right, mate.

No? Your loss.

Rumoured to be somewhere off the coast of Argentina,

the deadliest of Hitler's Kriegsmarine

has been involved in a number of skirmishes with merchant ships.

There is a feeling that the Allied forces are simply hoping

that the inevitable... will never come to pass.

My father was a surgeon in the forces,

and I went to boarding school aged seven,

and I got used to it.

And that's what you do in this life.

You get used to it.

And it makes you a better person.

Eventually.

Resilient, at least.

A quality much undervalued.

Did you understand any of that?

You may not speak English,

but you're a much better listener than most men who do.

Quiet.

This is Jan Tomaszeski.

There is nothing funny about his name,

and the next child to laugh will find that out

through the back of my hand.

Right, lads. Listen up!

I am sure you were hoping to see proper action.

I know I was.

But these foxholes need digging with as much care

as you take assembling your rifles,

with just as much swearing.

When the German tanks cross the border, we need to be...

Private Broughton!

Attention when Second Lieutenant Chase talks to you,

else I'll have your bollocks on toast!

Right, lads.

You all know the drill.

No kissing and cuddling till you get six feet down.

- Come on, then, ladies. - Just to say,

I don't think the lads are that keen to see proper action, sir.

So, my attempt at camaraderie was...

Oh, it... it was a good try, sir.

But maybe try your jokes out on me first, sir.

- Trzymaj. - Dla mnie?

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German! German! German! German!

German! German! German! German!

German! German! German! German!

German! German! German! German!

German! German! German! German!

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You all right, Terry?

Name the time, name the day Vera lays an egg.

Nearest time wins. Thruppence a bet. Go on.

Today... 1100 hours.

Hey, no coaching.

Good lad, Terry.

- Time and day she lays an egg, hey? - You're sure it's a girl?

- She laid an egg at Port Stanley. - I bet she looked surprised.

I don't know what a surprised bird looks like.

I find that hard to believe.

Ginger.

Why would I want to line your dirty Manc pockets?

I don't know.

Maybe you're saving up for a whore in Argentina.

All right, Tom, simmer down. He gets over-excited, Henry.

You laughing at me, lad?

- No, Henry. - "No, sir."

Don't have to call you sir, now, does he? Same rank.

Don't call him sir, Norman.

"No, sir."

No, sir.

Sir?

Come on, Tom, play nice!

You're lucky you get called Henry.

Tom, mate!

So what is it that you'd like to call me?

Go on, Tom.

Spoilt for choice, really.

Let's just say it wouldn't be a word a mother would use.

Although...

...your mother might.

You want...? You fucking...!

That's enough. Take your hands off me! Stay down! Stay down.

That's enough!

There's a German shell with your fucking name on it!

What the hell is wrong with you?

Why do you have to go round winding everybody up?

Why can't you just do your job like the rest of us?

No, I'm standing up for Norman cos he can't stand up for himself.

You don't give a sherbet about Norman.

Think you made his life easier, making an enemy of our Henry?

Stand up for Norman? No.

You used him to get at Henry cos that's what you do.

Oh, bloody hell. Come on, mate! Come on, mate!

- Take my hand. - Nah, forget it, mate.

I better get on with my job like you said.

Come on, lads.

Move!

What's the story, sir?

All you need to know is she's sunk nine of ours,

and we're not going to be tenth. Get on with it!

You got it!

- PAC. - Yeah, she's ready, mate.

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- 2 APs, Vic. - First AP ready.

Good lad.

Terry! Second AP. Second AP ready, Terry?

Go and find them, Terry. Come on, mate, good lad.

She needs feeding. She's hungry!

Nice one, Vic.

...ready too, Terry?!

- Let's have 'em! Come on, lads! - Keep locking 'em.

Fucking hell.

If that took the canary out, nobody gets a refund.

Fucking hell.

Vic.

Vic.

Oh, no, no, no.

We've got four dead here.

- What about you? - Ah, I'm not dead.

Don't you move, you bastard.

Ah.

- You ready? - Hm!

Right, this is going to hurt, all right?

We're going to get this tied off.

All right. I'm going to count to three.

Don't. Just do it.

All right. One.

FUCK!

We're going to need a medic down here, sir!

The medic is in a worse shape than Able Seaman Lowe.

We've lost a lot of men, but we don't seem to be sinking.

Right, this'll have to do you for now, yeah? Eh?

This'll have to do for now!

Let's get you up!

Get you up these steps first,

and if you slip, I'll catch you.

HMS Exeter continues to search the sea

for one of Germany's notorious pocket battleships,

the Admiral Graf Spee,

one of the deadliest of Hitler's Kriegsmarine.

Reports say the British are finally closing in on the battleship,

and an engagement in battle looks imminent.

It's good to see you, ladies!

Come on, boys. Play it louder for the people at the back.

Heil Hitler.

Lois, can you just stop messing about?

I know it's not the London Palladium,

but it's our first continental engagement,

so let's have some fun, eh?

You're having enough fun for both of us, aren't you?

What's up with you, love? Have you lost your horse?

That's more like it.

Peace News.

I fought in the Great War.

I know the truth of it.

Peace News. Read about the alternative to war.

Try selling one to Hitler, pal.

Us killing innocent Germans, that's only going to make Hitler stronger,