The Wooden Horse

Synopsis: In a POW camp, the Nazis have placed the huts far from the boundary so that any escape tunnel would have to be a long one. One British officer has the idea of starting a daily gynmastics routine using a vaulting horse: they can place it near the boundary and start a tunnel from under it. He and two others do escape the camp by this means and plan to make for neutral Sweden. To do that, they'll not only have to move around without arousing any suspicions, but also find a stranger from a neutral or occupied country who'll be willing and able to help them.
Genre: Drama, History, War
101 min


'I knew it all so well.

'A pair of hairy legs would appear

over the side of the bunk above.

'Legs that would wriggle their toes


'as their owner prepared to land.

'I tensed myself expectantly

for the routine - crash, bang!

BANGING 'The whole hut shook.

Heavy footsteps stomped the room.

'The violent stir of a spoon

in a pottery mug. CLATTERING


'More footsteps, then the room

shook again as the door slammed.'

Noisy lot!


Breakfast, please.

You're cook. OK, Robert.

What's the weather like?

Perfect day for air rescue!

Do you mind? Sorry.

You'll wear it out! It feels like

someone else is doing it.

You're crazy.

Give John a call, will you?

Wake the child?!

Louder! Let his bunk down!

Must you be so hearty?


Raus! Raus!

Goon in the block.

Alles raus!

Raus! Raus!

Ah, Deutschland kaputt!


Push off! We don't speak

German. Careful, Paul.

Ich verbitte mir das. Als Offizieren

haben Sie sich angenehm zu benehmen.

Ah, shove off!

Er sagte,

"Deutschland kaputt."

So, you are

impertinent again?

I object to being shouted at.


OK. Suits me.

Raus! Alles raus!

Parade, attention!

Guten Morgen.


Parcels today, John.

If we get biscuits

we'll make a cake.

If it ends up a pudding

we'll eat it for dinner!

If it's porridge

we'll have it at breakfast!



Sorry, Bill. I nearly swallowed it.

How's it going? I've done 40 feet.




He's stopped outside hut 66.

He's looking.

He's coming this way now.

It's Charlie.

He's gone away.

Coming round the circuit? OK.


let's open it up again.

Tunnel must be almost under here.

It has no chance. See where it goes?

He chose the hut nearest the wire.

It's still 300 feet.

It'll take six months at least.

He's done 40 feet.

That leaves 260 feet to go

still inside the camp.

This is the important place -

these last few feet under the wire.

It's the same old problem. The longer the tunnel

we dig, the longer the goons have to spot it.

We need a short tunnel, here,

under the circuit.

It's as bare as a billiard table.

How would you hide it? Thanks!




That's what we want. Some nice innocent camp

activity that goes on all the time, like football.

In my last camp, they sang round

an accordion and dug in the middle,

hiding the dirt in their sleeves.

Got as deep as your arm in one day.

They covered it with a board.

And then?

A ferret fell in and broke his leg! We

can't use that, it must be a classic!

Oh, lord, potatoes!

Sorry, see you later.

A classic.

Give it over.


This is a hell of a life, Pete.

Is it better or worse being married?

Least there's something waiting for you.

I feel life is passing me by and

when I get back it will be too late.

It's not doing anything.

Not even fighting.

Clinton's running.

I'd give anything to be out of here,

even for a few days.

Just do ordinary things - use

a telephone, walk on grass, carpets,

walk up and down stairs,

use a lift.

Spend money and make a decision.


Pete. What?

I've got it. What? Hiding a tunnel

near the wire - a Trojan Horse.

What? The Greeks put men inside it.

We'll make a vaulting horse.

One of us digs under it while the rest

vault. We're carried to and fro inside it.

Strong horse!

We'll do the horse. Let's tell the

escape committee. Wait. No, register it.

Someone could think of it

at any moment.

Sure to! OK, we'll go this evening.


You propose to take this thing out

with a bloke inside,

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Eric Williams

The Rt Hon. Dr. Eric Eustace Williams TC, CH (25 September 1911 – 29 March 1981) served as the first Prime Minister of Trinidad and Tobago. He served as prime minister from 1962 until his death in 1981. He was also a noted Caribbean historian, and is widely regarded as The Father of the Nation. more…

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