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[vehicles approaching]

Papa!

[speaking French]

[speaking German]

[speaking French]

[continuing in French]

While I'm very familiar
with your and your family,

I have no way of knowing
if you are familiar

with who I am.

Are you aware
of my existence?

Yes.

This is good.

Are you aware
of the job

I've been ordered
to carry out in France?

Yes.

Please tell me
what you've heard.

I've heard

that the Fuhrer
has put you in charge

of rounding up
the Jews left in France

who are either hiding
or passing for Gentile.

The Fuhrer couldn't have
said it better himself.

But the meaning
of your visit--

pleasant,
though it is--

is mysterious to me.

The Germans looked
through my house

nine months ago
for hiding Jews...

and found nothing.

Yeah.

I'm aware of that.

I've read the reports
of this area.

But like any enterprise,

when under new management,

there's always a slight
duplication of efforts.

Most of it being
a complete waste of time.

But needs to be done
nevertheless.

I just have a few questions,
Monsieur LaPadite.

If you can assist me
with the answers,

my department can
close a file on your family.

Now...

before the occupation
there were...

four Jewish families
in this area.

All dairy farmers
like yourself.

The Doleracs, the Rollins,

the Loveitts

and the Dreyfuses.

Is that correct?

To my knowledge,
those were the Jewish families

among the dairy farmers.

Herr Colonel,
would it disturb you

if I smoked my pipe?

Please,
Monsieur LaPadite.

This is your house.
Make yourself comfortable.

Now according
to these papers,

all the Jewish families
in this area

have been accounted
for except...

the Dreyfuses.

Somewhere in the last year

it would appear
they have vanished,

which leads me
to the conclusion

that they've either
made good their escape

or someone is very successfully
hiding them.

What have you heard about
the Dreyfuses, Monsieur LaPadite?

Only rumors.

I love rumors.

Facts can be
so misleading,

where rumors--
true or false,

are often revealing.

So Monsieur LaPadite,

what rumors
have you heard

regarding
the Dreyfuses?

[clears throat]
Again, this is just a rumor,

but we heard...

the Dreyfuses...

had made their way
into Spain.

So the rumors you've heard
have been of escape?

Oui.

Uh, Yes.

Having never met
the Dreyfuses,

would you confirm for me
the exact members of the household

and their names?

There were
five of them.

Um, the father,

Jacob.

Wife...

Miriam.

And her brother...

Bob.

How old is Bob?

30, 31.

Continue.

And the children...

Amos...

and Shosanna.

Ages of the children?

[sighs]

Uh, Amos was...

nine or 10?

And Shosanna?

And Shosanna was...

18 or 19.

I'm not really sure.

I guess
that should do it.

[zipping]

However, before I go,

could I have another glass
of your delicious milk?

LaPadite:
But of course.

Monsieur LaPadite,

are you aware
of the nickname

the people of France
have given me?

I have no interest
in such things.

But you are aware
of what they call me.

I'm aware.

What are you
aware of then?

Merci.

That they call you
the "Jew Hunter."

Precisely.

I understand your trepidation
in repeating it.

Heydrich apparently
hates the moniker

the good people of Prague
have bestowed on him.

Actually,
why he would hate

the name "The Hangman"
is baffling to me.

It would appear he's done
everything in his power to earn it.

I, on the other hand,
love my unofficial title,

precisely because
I've earned it.

The feature that makes me
such an effective hunter of the Jews is,

as opposed
to most German soldiers,

I can think
like a Jew...

where they can only
think like a German.

[laughs]
More precisely, German soldier.

Now if one were to determine
what attribute

the German people
share with a beast,

it would be the cunning and
the predatory instinct of a hawk.

But if one were to determine
what attributes

the Jews share
with the beast,

it would be that
of the rat.

The Fuhrer
and Goebbels' propaganda

have said pretty much
the same thing.

But where our
conclusions differ

is I don't consider
the comparison an insult.

Consider for a moment

the world a rat
lives in.

It's a hostile world,
indeed.

If a rat were
to scamper

through your
front door right now,

would you greet it
with hostility?

I suppose I would.

Has a rat ever done
anything to you to create

this animosity
you feel toward them?

Rats spread disease.

They bite people.

Rats were the cause
of the bubonic plague.

But that's
some time ago.

I propose to you any disease a rat
could spread,

a squirrel
could equally carry.

Would you agree?

Oui.

Yet I assume
you don't share

the same animosity
with squirrels

you do with rats,
do you?

- No.
- Yet they're both rodents, are they not?

Except for the tail, they even
rather look alike, don't they?

It's an interesting
thought, Herr Colonel.

However interesting
as the thought may be,

it makes not one
bit of difference to how you feel.

If a rat were to walk in here
right now,

as I'm talking,

would you greet it

with a saucer
of your delicious milk?

Probably not.

I didn't think so.

You don't like them.

You don't really know
why you don't like them,

all you know is
you find them repulsive.

Consequently,
a German soldier

conducts a search of a house
suspected of hiding Jews.

Where does
the hawk look?

He looks in the barn,
he looks in the attic,

he looks
in the cellar--

he looks everywhere
he would hide.

But there's so many places
it would never occur

to a hawk to hide.

However, the reason
the Fuhrer's

brought me
off my Alps in Austria

and placed me in French
cow country today

is because it does
occur to me.

Because I'm aware
of what tremendous feats

human beings are capable
of once they abandon dignity.

May I smoke
my pipe as well?

[clears throat]
P-Please, Herr Colonel,

make yourself
at home.

Now...

my job dictates...

that I must have
my men enter your home...

and conduct
a thorough search

before I can officially
cross your family's name off my list.

If there are any
irregularities to be found,

rest assured,
they will be.

That is, unless you have
something to tell me

that makes the conducting
of a search unnecessary.

I might add, also,
that any information

that makes the performance
of my duty easier

will not be met
with punishment.

Actually,
quite the contrary--

it will be met
with reward.

That reward will be
your family

will cease
to be harassed

in any way
by the German military

during the rest of our
occupation of your country.

[clock ticking]

You are sheltering enemies
of the state, are you not?

[ticking continues]

Yes.

You're sheltering them

underneath your floorboards,
aren't you?

Yes.

Point out to me the areas
where they're hiding.

Since I haven't heard
any disturbance,

I assume while they
are listening,

they don't speak
English.

Yes.

I'm going to switch back
to French now,

and I want you to follow
my masquerade,

is that clear?

Yes.

[speaking French]

Shh!

It's the girl.

[sobbing]

[speaks German]

Au revoir,
Shosanna!

- [footsteps]
- Man: Ten-hut!

My name is
Lieutenant Aldo Raine,

and I'm putting together
a special team,

and I need me
eight soldiers.

Eight Jewish
American soldiers.

Now y'all might've
heard rumors

about the armada
happening soon.

Well, we'll be leaving
a little earlier.

We're gonna be dropped
into France dressed as civilians.

Once we're in enemy territory,

as a bushwhacking
guerilla army,

we're gonna be doing
one thing,

and one thing only--

killing Nazis.

I don't know
about y'all,

but I sure as hell
didn't come down

from the goddamn
smoky mountains,

cross 5000 miles
of water,

fight my way
through half of Sicily,

and jump out
of a fucking airplane

to teach the Nazis
lessons in humanity.

Nazi ain't got
no humanity.

They're the foot soldiers
of a Jew-hating,

mass-murdering maniac,

and they need
to be destroyed.

That's why any and every
son of a bitch we find

wearing a Nazi uniform,

they're gonna die.

I'm the direct descendent

of the mountain man
Jim Bridger.

That means I got
a little Indian in me.

Our battle plan

will be that
of an Apache resistance.

We will be cruel
to the Germans.

Through our cruelty,
they will know who we are.

They will find
the evidence of our cruelty

in the disemboweled,
dismembered

and disfigured bodies of their
brothers we leave behind us.

And the German won't be able
to help themselves

but imagine the cruelty

their brothers endured
at our hands,

and our boot heels,

and the edge
of our knives.

And the German
will be sickened by us.

And the German will
talk about us.

And the German
will fear us.

When the German closes
their eyes at night,

and they're tortured
by their subconscious

for the evil
they have done,

it will be
with thoughts of us

that they are
tortured with.

Sound good?

All:
Yes, sir!

That's what I
like to hear.

But I got a word
of warning

for all you
would-be warriors--

when you join my command,

you take on debit.

That debit you owe me...
personally.

Each and every man
under my command

owes me 100 Nazi scalps.

And I want my scalps.

And all y'all will get me
100 Nazi scalps

taken from the heads
of 100 dead Nazis,

or you will die trying.

[speaking German]

[buzzer sounds]

Hey, Hirschberg.

Send that Kraut
sarge over.

Hirschberg:
You, go.

Sergeant
Werner Rachtmann.

Lieutenant Aldo Raine,
pleased to meet you.

You know what sit down
means, Werner?

Yes.

Then sit down.

How's your English,
Werner?

'Cause need be, we got
a couple fellas can translate.

Wicki there--

an Austrian Jew who got
the fuck out of Munich

while the getting was good,
became American.

Got drafted, come back
to give y'all what for.

Another one up there
you might be familiar with,

Sergeant Hugo Stiglitz.

Heard of him?

Everybody in the German army
has heard of Hugo Stiglitz.

[laughing]

Narrator: The reason for
Hugo Stiglitz's

celebrity among
German soldiers is simple.

As a German enlisted man,

- [gunshots]
- ...he killed 13 Gestapo officers.

[groaning]

Instead of putting him
up against the wall,

the high command decided
to send him back to Berlin

to be made an example of.

Needless to say,

once the Basterds
heard about him,

he never got there.

Sergeant Hugo Stiglitz?

Lieutenant Aldo Raine.

These are the Basterds.

Ever heard of us?

We just wanted to say
we're a big fan of your work.

- When it comes to killing Nazis...
- [soldier groans]

...I think you show
great talent.

I pride myself in having
an eye for that kind of talent.

But your status as a Nazi
killer is still amateur.

We all come here
to see if you want to go pro.

Can I assume you know
who we are?

You're Aldo
the Apache.

- [cheering]
- Hey!

Werner, if you
heard of us,

you probably heard we ain't
in the prisoner taking business.

We in the killing
Nazi business.

And cousin,
business is a-booming.

- [laughing]
- Soldier: Oh, yeah.

That leaves two ways
we can play this out.

Either kill you
or let you go.

Whether or not you're
gonna leave this ditch alive

depends entirely
on you.

Up the road a piece
there's an orchard.

Besides you,
we know there's another

Kraut patrol fucking around
here somewhere.

If that patrol were
to have any crack shots,

that orchard would be
a goddamn sniper's delight.

So if you ever
want to eat

a sauerkraut
sandwich again,

you gotta show me
on this here map

where they are.

You gotta tell me
how many they are,

and you gotta tell me
what kinda artillery

they're carrying
with 'em.

[chuckles]

You can't expect me
to divulge information

that would put
German lives in danger.

Well, now, Werner,

that's where you're wrong.
That's exactly what I expect.

I need to know about Germans
hiding in trees.

And you need to tell me.

And you need
to tell me right now.

Just take
that finger of yours

and point out
on this here map

where this party's
being held.

How many is a-coming,

and what they brought
to play with.

I respectfully
refuse, sir.

- [knocking]
- Hear that?

- [knocking continues]
- Yes.

That's Sergeant
Donny Donowitz.

You might know him
better by his nickname--

"The Bear Jew."

If you heard
of Aldo the Apache,

you gotta have heard
about the Bear Jew.

I heard
of the Bear Jew.

What did you hear?

Beats German soldiers
with a club.

He bashes their brains in
with a baseball bat

is what he does.

Werner, I'm gonna ask you
one last goddamn time,

and if you still
respectfully refuse,

I'm calling
the Bear Jew over.

He's gonna take
that big bat of his

and he's gonna beat
your ass to death with it.

Now take your wiener-schnitzel-
looking finger

and point out on this map
what I want to know.

Fuck you,

and your Jew dogs!

[laughing,
clapping]

Actually, we're all tickled
to hear you say that.

Quite frankly, watching
Donny beat Nazis to death

is the closest we ever
get to going to the movies.

- Donny!
- Yeah?

We got us a German here who wants
to die for country. Oblige him.

[knocking]

[knocking continues]

[knocking continues]

[knocking intensifies]

[cheers and applause]

Did you get that
for killing Jews?

Bravery.

[soldiers shouting,
cheering]

[laughing]
Oh, no!

About now, I'd be shitting
my pants if I was you.

Teddy fucking Williams
knocks it out of the park!

Fenway Park is on its feet
for Teddy fucking Ballgame!

He went yard
on that one!

On to fucking
Landsdowne Street!

You!

Damn it,
Hirschberg.

Donny, bring that
other one over here.

Alive!

Get the fuck up!
Batter up! You're on deck!

Two hits--
I hit you, you hit the ground.

- English?
- Nein.

Wicki.

Ask him if he
wants to live.

- [speaking German]
- Ja, sir.

Tell him to point out
on this map the German position.

[speaking German]

[soldiers laughing]

Ask him
how many Germans.

[speaking German]

Round about 12.

What kind of artillery?

[speaking German]

Raine: When you report
what happened here,

you can't tell 'em
you told us what you told us.

They'll shoot you.
They're gonna want to know

why are you so special
we let you live.

So tell 'em
we let you live

so you could spread
the word through the ranks

what's gonna happen
to every Nazi we find.

[speaking German]

Now that you
survived the war,

when you get home
what you gonna do?

[speaking German]

He's gonna hug
his mother.

[sniffs]
Well, ain't that nice.

Ask if he's gonna
take off his uniform.

[speaking German]

He's gonna burn it.

That's what
we thought.

We don't like that.

See, we like our Nazis
in uniforms.

That way you
can spot 'em--

[snaps]
just like that.

[speaking German]

Once you take off
that uniform,

ain't nobody gonna know
you's a Nazi.

That don't sit
well with us.

[speaking German]

So I'm gonna give you a little
something you can't take off.

You know, Lieutenant,

you're getting
pretty good at that.

You know how you get
to Carnegie Hall, don't you?

Practice.

[speaking French]

[clears throat]

[knocking]

[speaking French]

[speaking German]

- Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.

[speaking French]

[speaking German]

[laughing]

Hallo, Hallo, Hallo,
Frederick Zoller.

[continuing in German]

[speaking French]

- Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.

Au revoir.

[speaking German]

[speaking French]

[clears throat]

Au revoir.

[speaking French]

[car approaches,
brakes squeal]

[speaking German]

[speaking French]

[speaking German]

[speaking French]

[speaking German]

[speaking German]

[laughing]

[laughing continuing]

[speaking French]

[speaking German]

[speaking French]

[speaking German]

[speaking French]

[wheezing, gurgling]

[speaking German]

[translating
in French]

[speaking German]

[translating]

[speaking German]

[Mondino translating]

[speaking German]

[speaking French]

[clears throat]

[speaking German]

[Mondino translating]

[speaking German]

[speaking German]

[laughing]

[translating
in French]

[speaking German]

- [translating]
- [speaking German]

[speaks French]

Landa: Au revoir,
Shosanna!

[speaking German]

[Goebbels laughing]

[speaking German]

[kisses]

[footsteps departing]

[speaking French]

[inhaling deeply]

[exhales]

[lighter clicking]

[gasping]

[speaking German]

- [translating]
- [speaking French]

[Goebbels
shouting in German]

[speaking French]

Narrator:
At that time,

35 millimeter
nitrate film

was so flammable

that you couldn't even
bring a reel onto a streetcar.

You can't bring those
there in a public vehicle.

- They're films, ain't they?
- Yes.

Then they're flammable.
Go on, hop off.

Narrator:
Because nitrate film

burns three times faster
than paper.

Shosanna has a collection

of over 350
nitrate film prints.

[speaking French]

[footsteps approaching]

Right this way,
Lieutenant.

[clears throat]

Lieutenant Archie Hicox
reporting, sir.

General Ed Fenech.

At ease, Hicox.

Drink?

If you offer me
a scotch and plain water,

I could drink a scotch
and plain water.

Thattaboy, Lieutenant.

Make it yourself
like a good chap, will you?

The bar's
in the globe.

Something
for yourself, sir?

Whisky, straight.

No junk in it.

It says here that you
speak German fluently.

Like a Katzenjammer kid.

And your occupation
before the war?

I'm a film critic.

List your
accomplishments.

Well, sir,

such as they are,
I write reviews and articles

for a publication called
"Films and Filmmakers."

And I've had
two books published.

Hmm, impressive.

Don't be modest,
Lieutenant,

what are
their titles?

The first book
was called,

"Art of the Eyes,
the Heart and the Mind:

A study of German
cinema in the '20s."

The second one was called,
"24 Frame da Vinci."

It's a subtextual
film criticism study

of the work of German
director G.W. Pabst.

What shall
we drink to, sir?

Well, um...

down with Hitler.

All the way
down, sir.

Yes. Yes.

Are you familiar with German cinema
under the Third Reich?

Yes, obviously I haven't seen
any of the films

made in the last
three years,

but I'm familiar
with it.

Explain it to me.

Pardon, sir?

Well, this little
escapade of ours

requires a knowledge
of the German film industry

under the Third Reich.

Explain to me
UFA under Goebbels.

Goebbels considers
the films he's making

to be the beginning
of a new era in German cinema,

an alternative
to what he considers

the Jewish-German
intellectual cinema of the '20s

and the Jewish-controlled
dogma of Hollywood.

How's he
doing?

Frightfully. Sorry, sir.
Once again?

You say he wants to
take on the Jews

at their own game.

Well,
compared to, say,

Louis B. Mayer,

how's he doing?

Quite well,
actually.

Since Goebbels
has taken over,

film attendance has steadily risen
in Germany

over the last
eight years.

But Louis B. Mayer
wouldn't be

Goebbels' proper
opposite number.

I believe Goebbels
sees himself

closer to
David O. Selznick.

Brief him.

Lieutenant Hicox,

at this point in time,
I'd like to brief you

on Operation Kino.

Three days from now,

Joseph Goebbels is
throwing a gala premiere

of one of his new movies
in Paris.

- What film, sir? - The motion picture
is called "Nation's Pride."

In attendance
at this joyous Germatic occasion

will be Goebbels,
Goring, Bormann,

and most of
the German High Command,

including all
high-ranking officers

of both the SS
and the Gestapo,

as well as luminaries of the Nazi
propaganda film industry.

The master race
at play, eh?

Basically, we have
all our rotten eggs

in one basket.

The objective
of Operation Kino...

blow up
the basket.

And like the snows
of yesteryear,

gone from
this earth.

Jolly good,
sir.

An American
Secret Service outfit

that lives
deep behind enemy lines

will be your assist.

The Germans call them
the Basterds.

- The Basterds?
- Yeah.

Never
heard of them.

Whole point
of the Secret Service,

old boy, you not
hearing of them.

But the Jerries
have heard of them

because these Yanks
have been them the devil.

You'll be dropped
into France,

about 24 kilometers
outside of Paris.

The Basterds will be
waiting for you.

First thing, you'll go to
a little village

called Nadine.

In Nadine, there's a tavern
called La Louisiane.

There you'll rendezvous
with our double agent.

She'll take you
from there.

She's the one who's going to get you
into the premiere.

It will be you, her, and two
German-born members of the Basterds.

She's also made
all the other arrangements

you're going to need.

How will I know her?

I suspect that won't be
too much trouble for you.

Your contact is
Bridget von Hammersmark.

Bridget von Hammersmark?

The German movie star
is working for England?

Yes, for the last
two years now.

One could even say
that Operation Kino

is her brain child.

Indeed.

Got the gist?

Well, I think so, sir.

Paris when it sizzles.

You didn't say the goddamn rendezvous
was in a fucking basement.

I didn't know.

It said it was
in a tavern.

- It is a tavern.
- Yeah. In a basement.

You know, fighting in a basement
offers a lot of difficulties,

number one being
you're fighting in a basement.

What if we go in there
and she's not even there?

We wait.
Don't worry.

She's a British spy.

She'll make
the rendezvous.

Stiglitz, right?

That's right, sir.

I hear you're
pretty good with that.

You know, we're not looking
for trouble right now,

simply making contact
with our agent.

Should be
uneventful.

However,

the off chance
I'm wrong,

things prove eventful,

I need to know
we can all remain calm.

I don't look
calm to you?

[chuckles]

Well, now that you
put it like that...

I guess you do.

This Jerry of yours,
Stiglitz,

he's not exactly
the loquacious type, is he?

Is that the kind of man
you need?

Loquacious type?

Fair point,
Lieutenant.

So, you all
get in trouble in there,

what are we
supposed to do,

make bets on
how it call comes out?

If we get into trouble,

we can handle it.

But if trouble
does happen,

we need you
to make damn sure

no Germans, or French,
for that matter,

escape from
that basement.

If Frau von Hammersmark's
cover is compromised,

the mission is kaput.

Speaking of
Frau von Hammersmark,

whose idea was it for
the death-trap rendezvous?

She chose the spot.

Oh, isn't that
just dandy?

Look. She's not
a military strategist.

She's just
an actress.

Well, you don't got to
be Stonewall Jackson

to know you don't want to
fight in a basement.

She wasn't picking
a place to fight.

She was picking
a place isolated

and without Germans.

[speaking German]

[all trilling]

[glass shatters,
tray clatters]

Eric,
merci beaucoup.

[speaking German]

[speaking French]

[speaking German]

[all cheer]

[laughter]

[speaking German]

[all cheer]

[humming]

[rock guitar playing]

[whip cracking]

[Von Hammersmark
laughing]

[groans]

[speaking German]

Nein.

[laughing]

[speaks French]

[speaking German]

[belches]

Well, if this is it,
old boy...

I hope you don't mind
if I go out speaking the kings.

By all means,
Captain.

There's a special rung
in hell

reserved for people
who waste good scotch.

Seeing as I may be
rapping on the door momentarily...

I must say...

damn good stuff, sir.

Now,
about this pickle...

we find ourselves in.

It would appear
that there's only

one thing left
for you to do.

And what
would that be?

- Stiglitz. - Say auf Weidersehen
to your Nazi balls.

[panting]

[door opens]

You outside!
Who are you?

British?
American?

What?

Raine:
We're American.

What are you?

I'm a German,
you idiot!

You speak English
pretty good for a German.

I agree.

So, let's talk.

Okay, talk.

I'm a father.

My baby was born
today in Frankfurt

five hours ago.

His name is Max.

We were in here
drinking, celebrating.

They're the ones
that came in

shooting and killing.

It's not my fault!

Okay,
it wasn't your fault.

What's your name,
soldier?

Wilhelm.

Now...

is there anybody
alive on our side?

- No!
- I'm alive!

[speaks German]

Raine:
Who's that?

Is the girl
on your side?

Which girl?

Who do you
think?

Von Hammersmark.

Yeah, she's ours.
Is she okay?

[speaking German]

Wilhelm!

She's been shot!

But she's alive.

No.

Okay, Wilhelm.

What do you say
we make us a deal?

What's your name?

Aldo.

Okay, Wilhelm,
here's my deal.

You let me
and one of my men

come down there
and take the girl away.

No guns--
no guns me, no guns you.

And we take the girl
and leave.

It's that simple,
Willy.

You go your way,
and we go ours,

and little Max
gets to grow up

playing catch
with his daddy.

So what do you say,
Willy?

We got us
a deal?

Aldo?

I'm here,
Willy.

I want to
trust you,

but-but...

but how can I?

What choice you got,
son?

Okay, okay.

Aldo...

I'm going to
trust you.

Come down.

Hey, Willy, what's
with the machine gun?

I thought
we had us a deal.

We still have a deal.
Now get the girl and go.

Not so fast.

We only got a deal
if we trust each other.

And a Mexican standoff
ain't trust.

You need guns on me for it
to be a Mexican standoff.

You got guns
on us.

You decide to shoot,
we're dead.

Up top,
they got grenades.

They drop 'em down here,
you're dead.

That's a Mexican standoff,
and that was not the deal.

No trust,
no deal.

Wilhelm...

[speaking German]

All right, Aldo.

Fine.

Just take that
fucking traitor

and get her
out of my sight.

[grunting]

Not so goddamn fast,
doc.

Tell him to go play
with his dogs.

[speaks French]

[clattering]

[dogs barking]

Before we yank
that slug out you,

you need to answer
a few questions.

A few questions
about what?

About I got three men
dead back there.

Why don't you try telling us
what the fuck happened?

The British officer
blew his German act

and the Gestapo major
saw it.

Before we get into
who shot John...

why did you
invite my men

to a rendezvous in a basement
with a bunch of Nazis?

I can see since you didn't see
what happened inside

that the Nazis being there must
look odd.

Yeah, we got a word
for that kind of odd in English.

It's called
"suspicious."

[groaning]

Everybody needs to
calm down!

You're letting your imagination
get the better of you!

[screams]
You met the sergeant yourself!

Willy--
You remember him, don't you?

Yeah,
I remember him.

His wife had
a baby tonight.

He had just become
a fa--

He had just become
a father!

His commanding officer
gave him and his mates

the night off
to celebrate.

The Germans being there
was either a trap set by me

or a tragic coincidence.

It couldn't be both.

How'd the shooting start?

The Englishman
gave himself away.

How'd he do that?

He ordered
three glasses.

We order
three glasses.

That's the German three.

The other looks odd.

Germans would
and did notice it.

Okay, let's pretend
there were no Germans

and everything went exactly
the way it was supposed to.

What was
the next step?

Tuxedos.

To get them
into the premiere

wearing
military uniforms

with all the military there
would have been suicide.

[breathing heavily]

But going as members
of the German film industry,

they wear tuxedos
and fit in with everybody else.

I arranged
for the tailor

to fit three tuxedos
tonight.

How'd you intend to
get them in that premiere?

Hand me my purse.

Lieutenant Hicox
was going as my escort.

The other two
were going

as a German cameraman
and his assistant.

You still get us
in that premiere?

You speak German
better than your friends?

No.

Have I been shot?
Yes.

I don't see me tripping
the light fantastique

up at the red carpet
anytime soon.

Least of all,
by tomorrow night.

[dogs barking]

However...

there's something
you don't know.

There have been
two recent developments

regarding
Operation Kino.

One-- the venue
has been changed

from the Ritz
to a much smaller venue.

Enormous change
at the last minute?

That's not very Germatic.

Why the hell is Goebbels
doing stuff so damn peculiar?

It probably has something to do with
the second development.

Which is?

Der Fuhrer is
attending the premiere.

[speaking German]

Fuck a duck!

[dogs barking]

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking of
getting a whack

at planting old Uncle Adolf
makes this a horse of a different color.

What is that
supposed to mean?

It means you getting us
in that premiere.

I'm probably going to
end up losing this leg!

Bye-bye, acting career!
Fun while it lasted.

How do you expect me
to walk the red carpet?

[sniffs]

Doggy doc's going to dig
that slug out your gam.

He's gonna wrap it up
in a cast,

and you got a good how-I-broke-my-leg-
mountain-climbing story.

That's German, ain't it?
Y'all like climbing mountains, don't you?

I don't. I like
smoking, drinking,

and ordering in restaurants,
but I see your point.

We fill you up with morphine till
it's coming out your ears

and just limp your little ass
up that rouge carpet.

I know this is
a silly question

before I ask it,
but...

can you Americans speak
any other language than English?

We both speak
a little Italian.

With an atrocious accent,
no doubt.

But that doesn't exactly
kill us in the crib.

Germans don't have
a good ear for Italian.

So you mumble Italian
and brazen through it.

Is that a plan?

That's about it.

That sounds good.

Sounds like shit.

What else we gonna do,
go home?

No.
That sounds good.

If you don't blow it,

with that, I can get you
in the building.

Who does what?

Well, I speak
the most Italian, so...

I'll be your escort.
Donowitz speaks the second most,

so he'll be
your Italian cameraman.

Omar, third most.
He'll be Donny's assistant.

I don't
speak Italian.

Like I said,
third best.

Just keep
your fucking mouth shut.

In fact, why don't you
start practicing right now?

[speaking German]

[engine turns over]

[David Bowie's
"Cat People" playing]

♪ See these eyes so green ♪

♪ I can stare
for a thousand years ♪

♪ Colder than the moon ♪

♪ It's been so long ♪

♪ And I've been
putting out fire ♪

♪ With gasoline ♪

♪ See these eyes so red ♪

♪ Red like jungle
burning bright ♪

♪ Those who feel me near ♪

♪ Pull the blinds
and change their minds ♪

♪ It's been so long ♪

♪ Still this pulsing night ♪

♪ A plague I call
a heartbeat ♪

[speaks French]

Yes.

♪ See these tears so blue ♪

♪ An ageless heart
that can never mend ♪

♪ Tears can never dry ♪

♪ A judgment made
can never bend ♪

♪ See these eyes so green ♪

♪ I can stare
for a thousand years ♪

♪ Just be still with me ♪

♪ You wouldn't believe
what I've been through ♪

♪ You've been so long ♪

♪ Well, it's been
so long ♪

♪ And I've been putting out
the fire with gasoline ♪

♪ Putting out fire ♪

♪ With gasoline ♪

♪ Been so long ♪

♪ Been so long ♪

♪ Well, it's been so long ♪

♪ Been so long ♪

♪ I've been
putting out fire ♪

♪ Been so long ♪

♪ Well, it's been so long ♪

♪ Been so long ♪

[indistinct conversations]

[speaking German]

[speaking French]

[speaking German]

[speaking German]

[laughing]

[Landa laughs hysterically]

[speaking Italian]

[speaks Italian]

[speaking Italian]

Mm.

Gorlomi?

Gorla--
lomi?

Gorlomi.

Gorlomi.

Gorlomi.

Antonio Margheriti.

Hmm.

Margheriti.

Margheriti.

Margheriti...

Dominick Decocco.

Dominick Decocco.

Bravo!
Bravo.

[speaking German]

[speaks Italian]

[speaking German]

[speaks Italian]

Both:
Arrivederci.

♪ Arrivederci ♪

Arrivederci.

[speaking German]

Scusi,
scusi.

Pardon,
pardon.

[knock on door]

[both laugh]

[speaking French]

[speaking German]

Salute.

[speaks Italian]

[exhales sharply]

Voilà.

What's that
American expression?

If the shoe fits,
you must wear it.

[chuckles]

[grunting]

[gasping]

Who's that?
Shit!

Fucking shithead
fascist fuck!

Fuck you!

Ge-- fascist
shithead fuck!

Fuck you, too!

Fuck!

Goddamn Nazi fucks!

Sons of bitches!
Get your hands off me!

Fuckin' bratwurst-smelling--
God damn you!

Get off!

Hmm.

You Jerry-bangin',
Lindbergh-smellin'--

As Stanley said
to Livingstone,

Lieutenant Aldo Raine,
I presume?

Hans Landa.

[engine turns over]

You've had a nice,
long run, Aldo.

Alas, you're now
in the hands of the SS.

My hands,
to be exact.

And they've been
waiting a long time

to touch you.

[chuckles]
Caught you flinching.

[speaks German]

Touch me again,
Kraut-burger.

- Utivich?
- Is that you, Lieutenant?

Yeah.

Do you know what
happened to Donnie?

Omar?

The woman?

No, I do not.

Tell me, Aldo,

if I were sitting
where you're sitting,

would you show me
mercy?

Nope.

What is that English expression
about shoes and feet?

Looks like the shoe's on
the other foot.

Yeah, I was just
thinking that.

[speaks German]

So, you're Aldo
the Apache.

So, you're
the Jew Hunter.

I'm a detective.

A damn good detective.

Finding people
is my specialty,

so naturally I worked for the Nazis
finding people

and, yes,
some of them were Jews,

but Jew Hunter?
[chortles]

Just a name
that stuck.

Well, you do have to admit,
it is catchy.

Do you control the nicknames
your enemies bestow on you?

Aldo the Apache
and the Little Man?

What do you mean
the Little Man?

Germans' nickname
for you.

The Germans' nickname for me
is the Little Man?

And as if
to make my point,

I'm a little surprised
how tall you are in real life.

You're a little fellow,

but not
circus-midget little,

as your reputation
suggests.

Where's my men?

Where's
Bridget von Hammersmark?

Well, let's just say

she got
what she deserved.

And when you purchase friends
like Bridget von Hammersmark,

you get what
you pay for.

Now, as far as
your paisanos,

Sergeant Donowitz
and Private Omar--

How you know
our names?

Lieutenant Aldo...

if you don't think
I wouldn't interrogate

every single one of your
swastika-marked survivors...

We simply
aren't operating

on the level of mutual respect
I assumed.

No, I guess not.

Well...

back to the whereabouts
of your two Italian saboteurs.

As of this moment,

both Omar and Donowitz

should be sitting in the very seats
we left them in.

0023 and 0024,
if my memory serves,

explosives still
around their ankles,

still ready
to explode,

and your mission--

some would call it
terrorist plot--

as of this moment
is still a go.

That's a pretty exciting story.
What's next?

"Eliza on Ice"?

However...

all I have to do

is pick up this phone
right here,

inform the cinema,
and your plan's kaput.

If they're
still here...

and if they're
still alive,

and that's
one big if.

There ain't no way
you're gonna take them boys

without setting off
them bombs.

I have no doubt.

And, yes,
some Germans will die

and, yes, it will
ruin the evening,

and, yes,
Goebbels will be

very, very,
very mad at you

for what you've done
to his big night,

but you won't get Hitler,
you won't get Goebbels,

you won't get Goring,
and you won't get Bormann.

And you need all four
to end the war.

But if I don't pick up
this phone right here,

you may very well
get all four.

And if you get
all four,

you end the war...

tonight.

So, gentlemen,

let's discuss
the prospect

of ending the war
tonight.

So, the way
I see it,

since Hitler's death
or possible rescue

rests solely
on my reaction,

if I do nothing,

it's as if I'm causing his death
even more than yourselves,

wouldn't you agree?

I guess so.

How about you,
Utivich?

I guess so, too.

Gentlemen,
I have no intention

of killing Hitler
and killing Goebbels

and killing Goring
and killing Bormann,

not to mention winning the war
single-handedly for the Allies

only later to find myself standing
before a Jewish tribunal.

If you want to
win the war tonight...

we have to
make a deal.

What kind
of deal?

The kind you wouldn't
have the authority to make.

However, I'm sure
this mission of yours

has a commanding officer.

A general.

Mm, I'm betting for...

OSS would be my guess.

Oooh!
That's a bingo!

Is that the way you say it?
"That's a bingo"?

You just say
"bingo".

Bingo!

How fun!

But I digress.
Where were we?

Ja,
make a deal.

Over there is a very
capable two-way radio,

and sitting behind it is a more
than capable radio operator

named... Hermann.

Get me someone on the other
end of that radio with the power of the pen

to authorize my...

let's call it the terms
of my conditional surrender.

If that tastes better
going down.

You know,
where I'm from--

Yeah, where is that
exactly?

Maynardville,
Tennessee.

I've done my share
of bootlegging.

Up there, if you engage in what the
federal government calls illegal activity

but what we call just a man
trying to make a living for his family

selling
moonshine liquor,

it behooves oneself
to keep his wits.

Long story short,

we hear a story
too good to be true...

it ain't.

Sitting in your chair,

I would probably
say the same thing.

And 999.999 times
out of a million,

you would be correct.

But in the pages
of history,

every once in a while,

fate reaches out
and extends its hand.

What shall
the history books read?

[speaking German]

[people shouting]

Man:
I implore you,

we must destroy
that tower!

Sergeant,
that tower...

Psst!

Psst!

Scusi.

Scusi.

Pardon.
Scusi, scusi.

Pardon.

Scusi!
Pardon.

Scusi.

[speaks French]

[crowd cheering]

Landa: So, when the military history
of this night is written,

it will be recorded that
I was part of Operation Kino

from the very beginning
as a double agent.

Anything I've done
in my guise as an SS colonel

was sanctioned by the OSS
as a necessary evil

to establish my cover
with the Germans,

and it was my placement
of Lieutenant Raine's dynamite

in Hitler and Goebbels'
opera box

that assured their demise.

[speaking German]

[ticking]

By the way, that last part's
actually true.

I want my full military
pension and benefits

under my proper rank.

I want to receive the Congressional
Medal of Honor

for my
invaluable assistance

in the toppling
of the Third Reich.

In fact, I want all the members
of Operation Kino

to receive the Congressional
Medal of Honor.

Full citizenship
for myself--

well, that goes
without saying--

and I would like
the United States of America

to purchase property for me
on Nantucket Island

as a reward for all the countless
lives I've saved

by bringing the tyranny of
the National Socialist Party

to a swifter
than imagined end.

Do you have
all that, sir?

[chuckles]
I look forward

to seeing you
face to face, as well, sir.

Lieutenant Raine?
Right here.

Yes, sir?

Man: Colonel Landa will put you
and Private Utivich

in a truck as prisoners.

Then he and his radio operator
will get in the truck

and drive to our lines.

Upon crossing our lines,

Colonel Landa and his men
will surrender to you.

You will then take over
driving of the truck

and bring them
straight to me for debriefing.

- Is that clear, Lieutenant?
- Yes, sir.

Over and out.

[crowd cheering]

[laughing]

[speaking German]

[knock on door]

[speaking French]

[crowd cheering]

[Fredrick groaning]

[shrieks]

When I kill that guy,
you got 30 feet to get to that guard.

- Can you do it?
- I have to.

[crowd cheering]

Champagne?

[yells]

[speaking German]

Who wants to send
a message to Germany?

I have a message
for Germany.

[crowd murmuring]

That you are all
going to die.

And I want you to look
deep into the face

of the Jew
who is going to do it.

Marcel,
burn it down.

Oui,
Shosanna.

[laughing]

[crowd screaming]

My name is
Shosanna Dreyfus,

and this is
the face...

of Jewish vengeance.

[laughing]

[speaking German]

Landa:
Hermann, uncuff them.

I'm officially
surrendering myself

over to you,
Lieutenant Raine.

We're
your prisoners.

How about my knife?

[chuckles]

Thank you very much,
Colonel.

Utivich, cuff the colonel's
hands behind his back.

Aww, is that
really necessary?

I'm a slave
to appearances.

Scalp Hermann.

Are you mad?

What have you done?

I made a deal with your general
for that man's life!

Yeah, they made
that deal,

but they don't give
a fuck about him.

- They need you.
- You'll be shot for this!

No, I don't think so.
More like chewed out.

I've been
chewed out before.

You know, Utivich
and myself heard

that deal you made
with the brass.

End the war tonight?

I'd make that deal.

How about you, Utivich?
You make that deal?

I'd make that deal.

I don't blame you.

Damn good deal.

And that pretty little nest
you feathered for yourself.

Well, if you're willing to barbecue
the whole high command,

I suppose that's worth
certain considerations.

But I do have
one question.

When you get to your little place
on Nantucket Island,

I imagine you're
gonna take off

that handsome-looking
SS uniform of yours,

ain't you?

That's what I thought.

Now, that
I can't abide.

How about you, Utivich?
Can you abide it?

Not one damn bit, sir.

I mean,
if I had my way,

you'd wear
that goddamn uniform

for the rest of
your pecker-sucking life.

But I'm aware
that ain't practical.

I mean, at some point,
you're gonna have to take it off.

So I'm gonna give you
a little something you can't take off.

[screaming]

[Landa continues
screaming]

You know something,
Utivich?

I think this might
just be my masterpiece.

[orchestral music playing]

[music continues]