Victory (Escape to Victory) (Escape to Victory)

They're here.

They're coming, sir.

Hand me those files on the death of young Williams, will you, please?

Colonel Waldron, you know Herr Rinder.

Herr Doktor from the Swiss Red Cross.

Oberleutnant Strauss.

Major Von Steiner.

Colonel Waldron is the senior British officer.

Major Rose, head of the lntelligence Committee.

Wing Commander Shurlock, head of their Escape Committee.

Nicht wahr?

I think you've come to investigate the killing of my officer.

An accident.

I would like the Red Cross to see the whole camp.

Your sleeping quarters, mess, toilets.

And see that you are being treated well...

...according to the spirit of the Geneva Convention.

Come on.

Please, sir, can I have my ball back?

You are the Sportfuhrer?

I'm Colby.

Colby?

That's very familiar.

It's a common name.

They're very enthusiastic.

No bloody good, but very enthusiastic.

Do you play matches?

Oh, yeah, we have a league. Four divisions.

We even play internationals.

Internationals?

Yeah.

England, lreland, Scotland, Wales.

You call that international?

It would be international if you played against Germany.

We'd murder you.

Colby! John Colby.

Yes. Westham United and England.

That's right.

It's a shame the war has ended your career.

Interrupted.

Let's hope so.

The colonel's protest will be a waste of breath, I'm afraid.

Two hearts.

If we don't kick up a stink, we give the blighters permission to do it again.

No bid.

Pass.

Colby, what were you talking to Jerry about?

None of your business.

Two spades.

It is our business.

You were seen in conversation with the enemy, a Major Von Steiner.

What did he want?

He recognized me.

As what? Pass.

Pass.

So the major's a football fan, huh?

Elementary, my dear Shurlock.

Karl von Steiner played for Germany in 1938.

What did he say to you?

Buzz off.

-In German? -Yeah.

I think I'm getting something.

...working to extremes to divert world attention...

...from their losses in North Africa...

...and the reported inhumane treatment of the prisoners from East European nations.

Over here, over here.

What's the verdict on Williams?

Regrettable mistake.

The whole bloody war's a regrettable mistake.

I agree.

Do you?

You can believe me or not, it's nothing to me.

If nations could settle their differences on the football pitch...

...wouldn't that be a challenge?

How would you like...

...to play a game against a team from the Wehrmacht?

A team from the army base nearby?

What for? To settle the war?

Unfortunately not.

Let's say, for morale.

Yours or ours?

For both.

Life in this place must be very boring.

What sort of team? They any good?

I haven't chosen a team. It's just an idea.

It's not an order. You can't make us play.

No, it's a challenge.

No.

It'd be a washout. A complete washout.

Why?

Look at them.

Look at them. They're bloody useless.

I mean, look at those clothes, and those bloody great boots.

They're charging about there like a herd of elephants.

Play football? They can hardly stand up.

Boots can be supplied.

You mean, proper gear? Shirts and shorts?

No.

They couldn't run about for 90 minutes.

They'd be chuckin' their guts out.

All right, I'm sorry.

Major....

I'd want...

...special conditions, special rations.

The team would have to live together, eat together....

I'd want meat...

...fresh vegetables, eggs...

...beer.

You talk to your colonel?

No matter what he says, if you could supply us with all that stuff...

...you'll have a game of football.

Which reminds me...

...if it's confined to officers...

...I'm not bloody playing.

I want a decent team. I want the lads...

...from over there.

Okay?

We shall see.

All right.

Just a minute.

Right. Escapes.

We've had all the usual requests...

...but here's a new one you might like.

Peter Bailey has a plan to pole-vault the south fence.

God, what will they think of next?

Oh, Christ, refused.

Anything else?

No. Let's have Hatch in.

Hatch.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

You're an American?

Enlisted Canadian Army '38, transferred commandos.

How long have you been with us?

Since Dieppe.

How many attempts?

Two on the way, three since then. Time before last, I got as far as Stuttgart.

How's this one going?

Well, sir, the whole thing depends on the fact that...

...some of the goons don't patrol when we're havin' a shower.

Some of them?

Yes. Like Hans and Anton.

At least one of them should be outside walking back and forth...

...but they know we're inside havin' a shower.

They come inside, lean against the door, have a smoke if they can bum one.

I think if somebody went missing, they wouldn't report it.

-Why not? -They wouldn't be sure.

They'd think they'd miscounted and leave it until roll call.

And if you could cover for me at roll call, I could be gone for days.

Wait a minute.

You're going too fast for me. How are you gonna get out of the wash house?

There is a vent in the shower room. It leads into a storeroom or something.

Yes, I know.

It must have been built as a lavatory to match the one on the German side.

If I can get in there, with something to pick the lock--

And you'd be back in the enclosure where you started.

But I'd be all alone. There's no one there.

And I could get onto the roof...

...go underneath the barbed wire and drop into the German compound.

Naked?

How are you planning to get out of the German compound naked?

I've got five or six ideas.

Shall we discuss them?

Yes.

Colby insisted on playing the other ranks against the best of the officers.

What's the idea behind that?

I suppose he wants to pick the best team possible.

I don't think he's quite got the point, has he?

Tell him to come and see me, will you?

Cover him, Tony. Let's go.

Good goal. Well done, sir.

-What's your name? -Sid Harmer.

How'd you like double rations for a month or so, Sid?

Whose mother do you want me to strangle?

Welcome aboard.

Okay, I'm ready to sign up.

Sign off, Hatch.

Give 'em the ball. Stop it.

Come on.

Tackle it.

Nice try.

Thanks, Colby. It's not quite like playing for Manchester...

...but it's better than not playing at all.

Welcome aboard.

What about me?

Get out there.

What about me?

Get out there and play.

The map of Marburg is from an old guidebook, but it's reliable, I should hope.

There's a fast train to Cologne at 5:33 every Saturday.

Now, under the map you'll see they've done a sketch of the stadium...

...the exits, perspectives, and changing rooms.

Colonel...

...what are you talking about?

I'm talking about your escape, Colby.

My escape?

Yes, of course. The whole team if possible.

What about the lorry that's taking you to the match?

You could loosen the floorboards on the way in and...

...drop out on the way back.

You stick to scrounging, Pyrie, and I'll stick to football.