Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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