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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.

It's your duty, Colby, as an officer.

It could be an excellent opportunity.

It's certainly worth considering, old boy.

I am not interested in getting them killed.

Are you afraid to try?

Your escaping is

just some bloody upper-crust game.

They've done their job

and want to be left alone till it's over.

Now, that will be all, Colby.

Thank you.

Come on, Hatch.

-Good tackle, Terry.

-Come on, Terry.

Go.

Did you see that?

Am I good, or am I good?

-What's your name?

-You know my name.

-What's your name?

-Terry. Terry Brady.

How'd you like to come and live

with the officers?

Only if you've got a chaperone, mate.

Welcome aboard, Terry.

Where'd you learn to do that?

When I was a boy...

...in Trinidad...

...on the streets, with the oranges.

How'd you like to play football

against the Germans?

Why not?

Unload him, Tony.

Hey, foul there.

Stupid, bloody Yank!

What the hell do you think this is?

-Bloody hell!

-Well, what'd I do?

You know bloody well.

No, you tell me. What'd I do?

You can't tackle like that in soccer.

I've told you that for a year!

I was just goin' for the ball.

You use that bloody American style

again here, and you'll be barred.

You play English, I play American.

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