Opening credits, accompanied by a number of historical clips in the background, narrated by prisoner.

Maverick [M]: The second Great War began in 1939. I suppose we all saw it coming, after all, the treaty of Versailles was not exactly liveable. But who knew the horrors we would face? Who knew the price that our soldiers would pay, and how much would go to waste...

Black screen, sounds of beating and moaning. Cut to a bright light, obscured by a burlap sack over the lens. Subtitle, Dieppe, August 19. 1942. Pull away sack to reveal a German.

Vortgen [V]: welcome to hell.

Cut to Maverick, blinking in the light. Covered in blood and bruises.

V: (after a pause) I am sure you know why you are here.

M remains passive, V hits him.

V: I would have thought you more cooperative by now.

V settles into a chair across from M.

V: who are you, Canadian?

M: Maverick...ensign Maverick of the Canadian second division...

V: good Maverick, you can answer my questions.

M: (spits) I won't give anything to a German swine.

V: (chuckles, wiping spit casually) perhaps, but I don't need your help. After all, this assault was a failure.

M looks angrily at V, who smiles.

V: Yes, we know of your objectives. I am lieutenant Vortgen of the 571st infantry regime, stationed here in this piss-hole. I have been given the task of breaking you, and I shall, though to no end.

M: we haven't failed.

V: Well, in case you haven't noticed, you are only one of 6,000 troops we have taken prisoner. And I am still here, am I not?

M looks around, still dazed.

V: untalkative are you? Tell me, how many people did you know in your regime?

M: two.

V: And now they are dead, only you remain.

M: why are you asking me these things? You said it yourself, we have failed.

V: curiosity, I want to know what you feel, how you work, how you can live with such inferior blood in your veins.

M: inferior?

V: yes. Inferior to the German race. Have you no knowledge of the great Fier Hitler? It is our place to rule in this place.

M: you are nothing more than a man, nothing more than me. You are only a racist fool hoping to get some sport from me.

V: Perhaps, but Maverick, I am holding all the cards, and whether you admit it, I have already learned far more from you than you can guess.

Pulls a canteen from pocket, takes a swig.

V: are you thirsty, Canadian?

Nods and V pours some into his mouth.

V: you see, we needn't be enemies. Tell me, were do you come from.

M: I was born in British Columbia.

V: I Canada I suppose, how did you come to be here?

M: I volunteered. It was a fine day at the camp...

Flashback to WWII allied camp. M and Payne [P] are standing in a bunker before two high ranking people.

G1: we need volunteers for a raid this coming month. Seeing as you two have long been on the front, I thought you could do with the rest while you wait.

P: what is the assignment sir?

G2: Russia needs help. The Germans in the east are too strong; what we need is something to draw their eyes.

G1: (holding out a document) the beach of Dieppe in Southern France is fairly vulnerable. You shall land with the other troops and take the stretch of sand. You will hold and interrogate prisoners and destroy all German fortifications. This is an all out raid, operating under code name Jubilee.

G2: is this clear?

M: yes sir, we accept. But how will we take it? This map shows immense amounts of anti-aircraft and naval weaponry.

G2: that is not your concern Ensign. All that is required is for you to make noise.

M and P salute and leave. Return to interrogation.

V: well, I see you are a brave one to go up against such a massive defense.

M: they lied to us...

V: of course. Why would they tell you, a lowly soldier, anything at all?

M: Then why do you persist in this interrogation?

V: for entertainment of course, I have ever been a dark one. Tell me, what happened next?

M: I was with Payne on the boat...

Cut to a boat-ish setting, a bunch of people sitting close together.

P: Maverick, what is wrong? You been quiet all the way.

M: a feeling is all,

P: like what kind of feeling?

M: like I'll never see the sun again.

M looks at P

M: I am going to die here.

P: nonsense, we haven't even landed. And don't you fret a single hair, I'll take care of you.

M: thanks man.

Long silence.

Webber [W]: guys, I want to share this with you,

P: awe, Webber, not another poem...

M: ignore him, what did you write this time?

W: actually, it's more of a phrase I came up with, from a letter from Sylvia. (clears throat) and in the dark we flourish, for only through suffering do we grow.

P: your sister came up with that?

M: it is rather powerful Webber, I'll give you that.

Cut back to interrogation.

V: and in the dark we flourish, for only through suffering do we grow. I like it.

M: you can't possibly understand, you are to high up. You've never smelt the sweat and blood, never ached so completely that death would be a release. No, you stay comfy up in your bunkers while we fight your battles...

Cut to a beach/forest, sometime into the raid. M P and W are belly down, keeping watch. Machine gun fire sounds in the distance.

W: that was intense man, did you see those tanks?

P: the tanks? The bloody beach was covered in machine gun nests!

M: the bombers must have failed,

P: everything has failed. We are stranded here. You see the sun? It is midday. The command must have called a retreat by now.

W: how do you know? Maybe they're just over this hill, maybe their waiting for us to return,

P: then why don't you take a look? Face it, we've failed.

W is defiant and stands up. A gunshot sounds, and he collapses.

M: holy Christ, Webber!

P: get back, there may be more,

Cut to a view of the hill while P peaks over the top.

P: shit, four of them, a sniper too. I'm sorry man, I'm so sorry...

M: Webber was stupid enough to do it, how many are there?

P: four, I think,

M: get ready, we'll take them out once they reach the oak.

Cut back to interrogation.

V: I take it Payne was killed as well?

M: yes, by more of you skull-dogs.

V: yes, is there anything else terrible important that you wish to tell me?

M: why?

V: you've outlived your usefulness.

Pulls out a gun, shoots M. Blackout, more narration by M over more historical videos leading to the end of the war.

M: I died that day, one of many. It was a pointless death, though some would say the sacrifice was worthwhile. Excuses have propped up; that the raid allowed the Russians to press in, that it allowed experience to build, and so on. But in truth, it was none of these. We died for nothing, for the carelessness of our foolish superiors. Operation Jubilee lasted only four hours, and held the highest casualties in the time for world war two. No objectives were achieved, no ground was taken. But in this failure, one positive remains, because in the dark we flourish, for only through suffering do we grow.

End credits