All language subtitles for Tales From The Crypt (1989) S07E04 Escape.en

Fall in!

Did you hear me,
maggot? I said fall in!

I swear, you must be the
sorriest bunch of sad sacks

I ever did see.

You're a disgrace to
the uniform. All of you.

And you call yourself
a scare force?

What's your problem, soldier?

You some kind of
mummy's boy? That it?

Hmm.

I guess you think you're
like the man in tonight's tale.

He's not much
of a soldier either.

It's a nasty little shriek and
destroy mission I call "Escape."

- That way.
- But that can't be right.

The Channel is that
way, Schlosse. Trust me.

Look up at the sky!

- See where the moon is?
- Why don't you shut up?

We're headed back towards the
camp! We're going in the wrong direction!

Luger, what are you doing?

Halt!

What took you so long?

- You son of a bitch!
- Don't shoot!

Luger betrayed us!

Run! Run!

- I'd like to talk about my arrangements.
- Your arrangement?

We had an agreement,
Major Norris and I.

- Oh, yes. Yes, I heard about that.
- Good.

Then there shouldn't be any
problem giving me what I want.

And what would
that be, Lieutenant?

A car at your disposal?
Room service?

Maybe you don't understand.

When I warned Major Norris that
there would be an escape attempt,

- he told me that he was going to...
- I don't care what he told you.

I don't approve of making
deals with the enemy.

- But Major Norris assured me...
- Have you no shame?

Three of your own men are
dead because you betrayed them.

They shouldn't have run.

They were stupid. Stupid
people deserve to die.

You should be thanking me.

I'm curious, Lieutenant Luger,

what makes a man
betray his comrades?

They were the traitors
as far as I'm concerned.

The war will be over soon.

I'd like to spend the rest
of it as comfortably as I can.

If those men had escaped, there would
have been sanctions for the rest of us.

So, you see, Major,
I did all of us a favor.

- Sergeant!
- Sir.

Get this pathetic excuse
for a soldier out of my sight.

Yes, sir.

Three good men are
dead because of you.

I'd shoot you myself, but
you're not worth the bullet.

Move it.

Come on. This way.

You wait here, all right?

You in there, break it
up before I break you.

Excuse me.

- Are you Luger?
- What's it to you?

You escaped from Leacroft two days
ago. No one's ever done that before.

Yeah.

Maybe no one ever wanted to.

We'd like you to help
us get out of this place.

So you want to escape?

The Fatherland needs
us now more than ever.

Out of the way there.

I see you've met the
welcoming committee.

How nice. Move.

Come on, move it.

I don't have to
work. I'm an officer.

It's against the
Geneva Conventions.

Get in there.

The problem is,
nobody here really cares.

You can protest to that son of a bitch
Nicholson until you're blue in the face,

but it won't get you anywhere.

Mind you, there is a little
satisfaction to the work.

These coffins are used to
bury the British war dead.

And, so long as we all keep quiet
about it, we get to keep our privileges.

And if it comes down to privileges
or a bunch of stupid rules...

I know.

I feel the same way
about forced labor.

Mind you,

I feel the same way
about escaping, too.

- What do you mean by that?
- Just what I said.

My English is quite good.

At least, I understand
it better than I speak it,

but I was very clear what the
guards were saying about you.

What do you want?

What makes you
think I want anything?

Hell, I'm happy to have
found a kindred spirit.

Someone who, like me, is
perfectly happy staying put.

Someone who, like me,
understands the value of information

and how it can be used.

Now, we already have a
small store of weapons.

Jerry-rigged knives mostly.

And we have a dummy key that
opens some of the inner doors.

And Heinrich here started
putting together a few uniforms.

Good. Very good.

And, of course, Albert's
trying to figure out

where all the tunnels
under the castle lead to.

- Tunnels?
- Yeah, yeah. There's miles of them.

They're everywhere.

And that's not counting the
airshafts that run through the walls.

Matter of fact, one of the biggest
runs directly under this building.

When you tunneled
out of Leacroft,

how far beyond the main
gate did you have to dig?

Well, you see, that was
the beauty of our plan.

The tunnels were
just a diversion.

While the British were
looking for us down there,

we snuck through the
fence and got away.

You see, that is the
kind of cunning we need.

With Lieutenant Luger to lead us, I
know we will find a way out of here.

Krupp, check this out.

An ambulance just
pulled into the courtyard.

Move it, Fritz!

A friend of yours?

Bastard!

Who the hell are you?
This is not your detail!

Come on, you. Get the
bloody hell out of here!

Move it! Move it!

They already have
weapons and uniforms

and detailed maps of the
tunnels that run under this place.

- And keys. They have keys, too.
- Yes, and?

And, well, now that I've told you,
you have to do something about it.

And because I helped
you, I think it is...

Let's lay our cards
on the table, shall we?

I know exactly
why you came here.

You're scared to
death of our new arrival.

Well, I'm going to let
you into a little secret.

I arranged for Lieutenant
Schlosse to be brought here.

And once he begins
to speak again,

which the doctors assure me
should be within a few days,

I'm sure your fellow inmates
will be very impressed

with what he has to tell them
about the man they've chosen

to lead their escape.

Hmm?

Thank you very much.

It's him, isn't it?
In the hospital.

The man you escaped with.

Don't you ever get sick
of knowing everything?

Hasn't happened yet.

Nicholson. He set
you up, didn't he?

- What a son of a bitch!
- Can you believe it?

It's the first time in this stinking
war I have wanted to kill the enemy.

We are just like two
peas in a pod, huh?

When they conscripted me, I
told them I'm a lover, not a fighter.

Listen, I've just
about had it with you.

What you looking at?

I think I see a way to
get even with Nicholson.

You do?

- You're very lucky. This is the last one.
- Fräulein, miss, can I talk to you?

Well, we're not really
meant to speak with...

You're a good
person, I can see that.

And you're the only
person who can help.

There's something going on
in the camp. Something illegal.

Illegal?

It's Major Nicholson. He's
violating the Geneva Conventions.

You're kidding!

Well, if that's true, then
someone has to stop him.

The best we can tell, the tunnels
only go as far as the outer wall.

Which doesn't really
do us much good.

We could climb the
wall, if we got there.

The walls are 50 feet high, with
guard posts along the whole length.

Yeah, I see the problem.
Let me think about this.

The talk is, his bandages
come off tomorrow.

Day after that he'll be
transferred down here.

Shit!

Luger,

I don't know what your
little Red Cross friend can do.

I mean, even if she could
find someone to listen to her,

it would be weeks before
anyone could do anything about it.

And by then...

Why don't you shut
up for two seconds?

- I'm only trying to be helpful.
- Well, don't.

Okay.

Listen up, everyone.
Here's what we have to do.

Our problem is,

we don't know if a tunnel will get
us to the other side of the outer wall.

Somebody has to go
through the tunnel to find out.

- And what if you get caught?
- Won't be first time.

And the Fatherland is
counting on us, right?

I'll need the dummy
key and a knife.

And a lookout.

I wouldn't want to put
another of our lives in danger.

I know those tunnels
better than anybody.

Albert's right. He
should go with you.

- After you.
- No, no. After you.

I don't need your help,
Frye. I don't want it.

And what are you going to do?
Just waltz into the hospital ward?

I don't need your help!

- Which way?
- To the left.

- The hospital ward is that way.
- Exactly.

That airshaft should
lead right up to it.

It's been fun.

Nice knowing you, Fritz.

Did you miss me?
Come on, admit it

I'm growing on you.

- Hurry, hurry!
- I'm hurrying!

You're about to be as
dead as the Fatherland.

Traitor! Traitor!

Someone's coming.
Let's get out of here!

Come on. Hurry! Hurry!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Shit!

This way. Come on!

Where are you bastards?

Get everyone out the
barracks! Get them out now!

I want a head count!
Do you hear? Now!

My God, look!

Luger.

If we hear them, then that airshaft
is probably being stood upon.

You idiot, there's no point in
going back to the barracks now.

I know that. I'm trying
to get us to the outer wall.

- You think?
- It's worth a try. Come on.

Albert, why did you help
me? I mean, after I hit you?

It's like I told you, Luger,
we're kindred spirits.

Fact is, I respect
what you did to me.

You're crazy.

No, I'm a survivor. Like you.

Yes, sir. Yes, I understand.

Splendid.

I'll await your arrival, sir.

Big trouble, I'm afraid, sir.

Two of the prisoners have
escaped, sir. Luger and Frye.

Another one's been
murdered in the hospital ward.

Oh, dear God.

And there's another problem, I'm
afraid. That was General Christopher.

Sir?

He'll be here in a few hours. And I
don't want him to see those coffins.

There's a truck filled
with them at the outer wall.

Get it out of here.

- What am I gonna do with the coffins, sir?
- Just get rid of the bloody things!

Yes, sir.

- Let's go.
- This way.

Guard, make sure the
main gate stays open!

Yes, sir.

Thanks, Luger.

- We did it.
- In spite of ourselves.

I think we've made it.

Shit.

You set me up!

Well, it's quite simple. I'm
giving you a dose of your own.

Mind you, I was hoping that putting
you in the same room as Schlosse

would have ended differently.

Great shame. He
was a good soldier.

Yes, Major.

At least I got him
to your office in time.

Yes, good job,
Lieutenant Forsyth.

You English bastards!

That phone call you overheard,

that was my
official notification.

The war ended today.

In a few hours, we shall be
releasing the other prisoners.

It was fun, wasn't it? Cheerio.

Oh!

By the way,

I have changed my
mind about you, Luger.

You are definitely
worth a bullet.

Well, Luger wanted a
discharge from the army

and that's exactly what he got.

Talk about a bleeder among men.

I guess now he'd
rather fright than snitch.

Now then, let's see what
you maggots are made of!

About face!

Parade, march!

Hut, two, three, four!

Hut, two, three, four!

Present arms!

Now that's what I
call hack-tive service.

English -SDH