Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The ship's about to leave. About to leave.
Go. Plug it. Go, go.
Out of Dartmouth!
We'll just have to do our best.
Full speed, Peter.
Drop the gangplank!
But it's right there.
Pick us up! Pick us up!
And if this is the price?
What about the French?
Well done, lads.
Merchant navy.
steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old."
Where are we going?
Okay, you're all right, George.
What is it you think you can do out there, on this thing?
You do know where we're going?
Some men?
Help!
You're daft. Tell him.
One stretcher takes the space of seven standing men.
Thanks for the help, George.
There we go.
Let's get a decent altitude.
But it's wrong.
Calm?
Come on, private!
And then some.
Mr. Dawson!
Oh you served? Hold on and I will get a sandbag.
Understood. Angels two.
Hey! Can you swim it?
Have you noticed he hasn't said a word?
We're heading back to the beach.
They'll be spitting at us in the streets.
That last barrage has damaged the rudder.
I'm on him. Bail out.
You're an old fool.
It's grenadiers, mate.
What have you done? Locked him in?
Come back!
when I don't listen to you Sara:
You can practically see it from here Saga
He don't speak English.
Heinkel, 11 o'clock.
You and Mr. Dawson?
Right, well, this mole stays open at all costs.