SS-GB

The Germans seem damn close to producing an atomic bomb.

We have no option but to go in and raid Bringle Sands.

Still, we can sabotage the rest.

You want me to get the King to Bringle Sands?

An American plane will fly His Majesty out to the Ark Royal

but only if we can get the King there in time.

These are the atomic calculations.

Spode photographed them.

You're the safer pair of hands to get it to America.

Bernard Staines is dead. Beaten to death from what I can tell.

What should we do? If he was tortured, if he talked?!

I want you to stand ready

to get out, as soon as I get Barbara Barga to you.

So Harry's right, you are up to something.

Tomorrow morning you will be ready?

- For Bluejacket? - Yes.

You will come to the back of the hospital, an ambulance is waiting.

The army will help you this one time.

Barbara?

He's got the whole floor to himself, apparently.

Yeah.

You ever thought this could all just be a set up?

Only every five minutes.

Come on.

Doug.

Your Majesty.

Archer?

Morphine, for when the pain is too much.

All right.

Are you all right, sir?

Good luck, Archer.

God save the King.

Come with me.

Are you all right, Doug?

The clutch is going, I can't get it into gear.

That's all we bloody need.

Where's the nearest garage?

Not near enough.

OK.

Have you thought, if we do pull this off and he gets to America,

what the world will think of him?

Well, you can't tell me the Germans didn't know what they were doing,

handing him over.

We've got our work cut out to get there in time for the plane.

Wait here.

- Hello? - Sylvia? Is the block warden listening?

- Yes. - Ignore the bastard.

I'm sorry I had to have him get you, but I need your help.

Well, that would be quite delightful.

I don't know what is keeping Superintendent Archer.

But I know he's a friend of yours and I rather hoped he could...

help us here.

Exactly why am I being held here?

That's obvious...

for your own protection.

I'd rather be in the protection of the American Embassy.

The problem is you haven't behaved in accordance

with our agreement with your government...

specifically in your contacts

with so-called Resistance fighters.

I am a neutral journalist, following a story.

My country is not at war with yours.

I do not believe you are simply a journalist, Miss Barga.

I think you are also an agent

who wants to lure America into conflict with the Reich.

You're worrying about nothing.

Pick up any American newspaper and you'll see.

"No War Talk Here"... that's the mantra

and, frankly, I'm ashamed.

Good. I prefer honesty to pretence.

That doesn't make me a spy.

No.

That makes you a challenge.

Look, I'm telling you, I don't know anything.

Well done. Good to see you.

Glad you're all right, Harry.

Thanks for bringing the car.

You can find your own way back?

I don't understand.

It's not really safe for you to be with us.

Or to know about this.

So it's him, George.

I thought wrong of you, Doug.

Your Majesty.

Sylvia, we've got to get going.

Well, let me come with you.

He needs looking after and there's nothing for me here, Doug.

You know that.

Let's not stand around here.

Come on.

I don't know what is going on between Herr Doktor Huth

and Superintendent Archer,

but I think you may be able to shed some light on it.

My government doesn't like its citizens being tortured.

I'm afraid they will never know, my dear.

But if you answer my questions, we won't have to engage one another

in such... horrors.

Why did you burn the piece of film at your house?

What images did it contain?

I really don't want our friend here to damage such...

...fragrant skin.

So, I repeat...

What was in the images you destroyed?

Answer me!

Ja?

Kellermann.

SS. They're checking identity papers.

We can still turn round.

No, it's too late.

You and Sylvia get out and walk.

Take that corner, I'll meet you further round. I'll distract them.

That's an order.

Come on, we can pretend to be lovers.

Don't get carried away.

Back in a minute, Georgie.

Sorry about the "Georgie", sir.

Come on! Move!

What's the matter?

Thank God. I thought I'd had it.

We're not out of the building yet.

Have you heard from Douglas Archer?

He did ring... just to enquire about you. Since then, nothing.

But whether he gets the King out or not, the raid is on.

Things are going to hot up.

The terms of your release are immediate deportation.

You're to be kept under armed guard at the Ambassador's Residence

until you can be escorted straight to the aeroplane

and flown back to Washington.

Kellermann.

Well, that was a relief.

Look, sir. It's England.

Your land.

It's Hampshire, sir.

I know a Hampshire song.

I bet you do.

Go on, Harry.

Really? - Yeah.

Two hours to get the King to Bringle and we haven't got a bloody jack!

We're going to have to stop. We don't have much choice.

You have a hunt around. There must be a jack somewhere.

I need your help, I've not done this before.

Hold that.

George, I'm going to give you an injection for the pain.

It will make you feel better.

Thank you.

They mustn't see him.

Hello!

We hope you don't mind. We didn't want to disturb you.

We'll be on our way as soon as we've fixed this.

Where are you heading?

Visiting friends near Dorchester.

Pal of ours isn't in the best of health.

Have you got some water?

You all want to come in?

We don't want to be any trouble.

Come through.

Thank you.

Better it should happen now, what with the light fading.

Yes.

What's wrong with your friend?

Just a touch of influenza, it's worse with old age.

Of course.

Friends in Dorchester? You come from London?

Yes, but it's good to get out.

We've had some real pea soupers recently.

It's great to breathe again, isn't it?

I'm David. This is my wife, Margaret.

I'm Frank.

Alice.

- Are you married? - No. - No.

Ah, there you are.

That's David's brother.

Give us a hand, will you?

Get some water from the well.

Sit yourselves down.

- Margaret, make some tea. - Yeah.

Do you want to see if your friends want some?

Well, we wouldn't want you to waste your rations on us.

No problem. "Times like these." "Fellow man" and all that.

Yes.

I heard the shots. What was all that about?

They're bloody collaborators.

I thought their shelves were a little too well stocked.

Whoever it was was about to alert a German patrol that we're here

and they'd have arrived before we had time to change that tyre.

- How long do you need? - The spare's flat.

We'll take their car.

Get ready to move the passenger, we can't stay here.