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You go below decks or you get off my boat. That's your choice.
Everyone else, keep climbing. Climb on the deck.
I'm not turning round.
He's gone.
Yes.
He saved our lives.
You should be at home!
How can you tell?
The ship's about to leave.
- Is it Dover? - No.
What's wrong with your friend?
The boy?
No, uh, no, no, we're going to England.
The battle is here.
What do you see?
The tide's turning now.
Make terms?
Wait for the high tide.
Watch for a parachute!
Did you at least have the decency to bury him?
He was just looking for a way off the sand, like the rest of us.
Turn it around.
There are 400,000 men on this beach, sir.
Come back!
No, he's not.
70 gallons.
I'm on the bomber.
It's not fair.
Yes, of course. A rifle, a 303.
Wreckage below
France.
You read it.
Understood. Vector 128, angels point five.
Christ.
"Our thankfulness at the escape of our army"
What the hell are they saving them for?
Be a brave lad.
So far?
He feels safer on deck.
He's on me.
But it's home.
Where the hell were you?
Get off! Get off!
Um, will he be okay?
It's a pier.
You didn't even look.
Well done. Well done, lads.
He's looking for a quick way out.
Listen for my instructions.
50 gallons. Over.
Dunkirk's so far. Why can't they just load at Calais?
Dad.
They're trying to make sure she won't float.
Back up the line. Both of you.
Vector 128, angels one. Understood.
Along the mole. All the way. The ship's about to leave.
Keep moving down.
I see your point, son.