All language subtitles for Before.Winter.Comes.1968.dvb.NiX.English

(SOMBRE CHORAL CHOIR)

(CHOIR CONTINUES)

(LIVELY MUSICAL BEAT)

(CHORUS CONTINUES)

(LIVELY STRING SECTION)

(MILITARY DRUMBEAT)

(BRISK MARCHING)

(CHORUS CONTINUES)

(SHOUTING)

Get in line.

(LIVELY STRING SECTION)

(MUSIC FADES)

Yes. Right.

All correct, Sir!

All correct, Sir!
(LAUGHTER)

Will you carry on, please?

All correct, Sir!

(MOCKING LAUGHTER)

Go ahead please!

(LAUGHTER CONTINUES)

(SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)

Come over here! Come over here!

(BOTH SIDES SHOUT)

Come on, come over this side!

(SHOUTING)

They scared their pants off!
You ugly, mugs!

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

(STERN ORDER IN RUSSIAN)

(REPLIES IN RUSSIAN)

Are you quite sure this is
the place?

Yes, Sir.

Oh, um...

Well, erm, you wait here
and I'll make certain.

And mind my back!
Yes, Sir.

Er, could anybody direct me to
Major Burnside, please?

(IN RUSSIAN)

I don't understand.

(SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN)

(ALL SHOUT ANGRILY)

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

(WHISTLES)

(PLEADS WITH CROWD)

(SPEAKS STERNLY IN RUSSIAN)

I'm sorry Lieutenant, Sir.
Do not be angry.

(ANGRY COMPLAINTS)

We are all very happy to see you.
Too happy, forgive us our happiness.

The Major has taken this
house for his office.

Thank you.

(ANGRY MUTTERINGS)

(SPEAKS SOOTHINGLY)

(CROWD MUTTERS)

How many languages do you know?

Er, Latin and Greek, Sir.

Ancient Greek?
- Yes, Sir.

Very useful.

That's what they said at school Greek
is the best of the Russian alphabet

and Latin is the root of all
the Latin languages.

You surprise me.

Where should I put these?
- Over there.

You do understand
the Mediterranean Languages?

Well, school French, Sir.

France happens to be on our side!

Though sometimes General de Gaulle
seems to forget.

(LAUGHS)
And a few words of Spanish, Sir.

Spain is neutral.
Any German or Italian?

If it was a Priest, Sir,
I could talk to him in Latin.

I'll remember that.

My advice to you, Mr...
What is your name?

Pilkington, Sir.

As a linguist hold your tongue.

I fail to understand how you
ever could have been assigned.

General Bewley thought
it would be good for me.

The General did, did he?
- Good for me too, I suppose.

There are four million displaced
persons in Europe this moment.

We have Italians in the Russian front.

We have Ukrainian women who were
slave labour for the Nazis.

Poles who were forced to mine salt
in Bavaria and God knows what.

Have you seen any action?

No, I haven't, Sir, not really.
- Really? Well, you may yet.

Just because we've beaten the Nazis
it doesn't mean the War's over.

We may divide Austria temporarily
with the Russians, that can change.

You don't think, Major Burnside...
- We're not paid to think.

At the moment the official policy is

we are Uncle Joe Stalin's firm friends.

That is to say we are firm but friends.

Yes, but I understood
our object was to...

My object is to get out of here
as soon as I possibly can

and back to some proper soldiering
with my regiment.

I shall have you replaced, of course.

We have to end the chaos here,
not add to it.

We have to interrogate that rabble
in every language under the sun.

Sort out their papers and
send them for final screening

either by the Americans at Linz
or the Russians at Freistadt.

HQ did ask me to tell you, Sir, that
they haven't another man to spare.

Sergeant Woody!

Sir!

Accompany Mr Pilkington to supervise
the digging of a camp latrine.

May I make a suggestion, Sir?
- You've suggested enough.

Carry on.

But, there was this strange man.
- What man?

When I came in the camp,
there was this man er...

Well, he could speak
every language, Sir.

Did you ask his name?
- No, Sir.

Sergeant Woody, general fall in,
identification parade.

Sir!

Come on, you bleeding lump,
get a move on!

(SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN)

Come on! Come on, move it there.

Get in those lines.

Come on, come on, come on!

You heard what I said, that means
like the bleeding Devil.

(SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)

Come on, break it up.

Come on!

Come on get a move on there.
Join the line.

It's not a bleeding
Sunday School outing, move!

Hey, wake up. Come on, come on!
Go on, open your legs.

What, no, I ain't going to rape
you lovey, down up front.

Elfie take care of her will you?
She's a bit frightened of me.

Come on granddad it's your birthday!

Come on, bring the rest of them!

Come on then!

Come on, mate, straight line up.
Form three.

Let's get your bleeding fingers out.

(SHOUTING)

Run, run!

Come on. Come on!

Come on, up! Up there.
That's it. Up there.

(COMMOTION)

Not the Bakerloo line,
not the Piccadilly line,

just a plain straight line.

Get a move on, chop chop!
In the front!

Form threes, you bleeding...

Camp Parade ready
for inspection, Sir.

Parade Sergeant Woody,
I don't see a parade.

Camp Refuse present and ready
for your dispatch, Sir.

Call them to attention.

(YELLS) Attention!

No, no, no! Not like that.
Get back you...

Leave it, leave it. It's hopeless.

I just want to identify one man
to help us get rid of them.

There is a man, there is a man among
you who speaks many languages.

I am offering a job, a good job,
a responsible job.

I am looking for an interpreter,
camp interpreter.

(IN RUSSIAN)

There will be a cigarette allowance,
army rum.

Vodka!

If I don't find him it will take you
all twice as long to get home.

(IN RUSSIAN)

Sir! That's him.

(ADDRESSES CROWD)

What is your name?
- Janovic, Major Sir.

What languages do you speak?
- Russian, Polish, Greek.

Hungarian, German.

Romanian, Bulgar, Serbo-Croat.

Romany, Italian.

Some Arabic, some Yiddish,
a little Chinese.

Chinese?
- Just in case.

Where did you learn these languages?
- Well, I've had to travel, Major Sir.

I want you to tell
them the camp rules.

All are free men so long
as they stay here.

If they stay they will be fed
and sent home quickly,

but if they move on they will
probably starve and may get shot.

Our patrols are still hunting
Nazis in this area.

I'll tell them, Major Sir.

First of all, them to fall out
over there and get their rations.

Yes, Major Sir.

(IN RUSSIAN)

(LIVELY MUSIC)

Can I have some food? Thank you.

Bread?

Where are your papers?
- I have no papers, Major Sir.

That's a great pity for you.
Well I can't help you.

This is a clearing station
not a rest home.

It's my duty to decide whether a man
goes to the Americans or Russians.

But how?
- It's a question of papers.

If you have it's simple, we send you
where you should go.

If you don't have them maybe you had
some reason for getting rid of them.

I lost them, Major Sir. An accident.
A horse ate my pack.

That's bad luck, isn't it?
Where did you say you were from?

Well, I was born on a cart between
Tiflis and Tashkent.

My father, he did many things
in many places.

I can tell you, Major Sir,
we have to be very careful

any place I ever sit down
for a rest is on wheels.

You speak English and Chinese,
you never wandered there.

Ah, they come to me, Major Sir.

An English woman,
a Chinese woman in Latvia.

Live with a new woman,
learn a new tongue.

It's better than Berlitz.

An English woman and you?

Well, I speak English fine.

Seven English women.

Janovic, it doesn't matter much what
lies you tell about your past...

...provided you are useful
in the future.

Now go and see Sergeant Woody
and get a clean uniform.

No badges, you're not part
of the British forces.

They say everywhere, 'Help a British
man and he helps you'.

We have a saying in Britain,
'He helps best who helps himself'.

Major Sir, I cannot help myself
to papers.

You're a rolling stone, aren't you?
Where do you want to roll to?

West.

We have another saying,
'Join the army and see the world'.

Don't believe it.
- I believe you, Major Sir.

So, I'll help you very much
and you'll fix it

and I'll fix everything here by
the end of this Summer.

They have a beautiful saying
in Aitoska.

'When the first leaf falls
all corn must be back in the barn,

'and all men.'

All these men will get back in
the barn down the road now.

The woman and children will be
in this house.

Fraternisation will be
strictly forbidden.

I'll explain it, Major Sir.

Men over there.
Women and children in here.

No contact. Official!

Do you think you can help me clear
this mess before next Winter comes?

By then, Major Sir.

You'll need more than tricks.
Go and report to Sergeant Woody.

(MILITARY STYLE MUSIC)

Come on, hit it, man, hit it.

It's splitting, innit?.
- Get another one then, won't you?

That's ours.
- David, Willie, straight up there.

Go on, Bert.

More to the left.

Right. Up a bit more, up a bit.
Left. Left a bit. That's lovely.

(IN RUSSIAN)

(FOLK MUSIC)

Do you mind?
That Alpen house is ours!

Alpen house... (IN RUSSIAN)

Who do you think you are?

(SHOUTING)

Arbitration!

Willy, get the Major on the radio.

(ANGRY SHOUTS)

Bloody Ivans!

David. Tacco.

(LIVELY FOLK MUSIC CONTINUES)

Bloody Ivans.

Don't they have no smokes?

Can't have tobacco in Russia.
They just have snow and wolves.

Where does it come from then?
- Yanks make tobacco in tin cans.

We don't budge, this building is in
the British zone and that's that.

Janovic stop skulking back there,
come and interpret.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

He says this is the Russian zone
and that is that.

Tell him Russians are known
for taking what they want

without asking or paying for it
but they don't get away with it.

(IN RUSSIAN)

He says, 'Let us negotiate'.

Your interpreter, Major, is either
very bad or too clever.

He doesn't translate, he smoothes.

Why didn't you say you
understood English?

You didn't ask me.

All right Janovic, I'll do this.

There's no question of negotiating,
we take the building.

Take! How like an imperialist power!

Don't ask, take!

We have an armoured brigade
ten miles away.

We have an infantry division
in Freistadt.

Is it worth it for a ruin?
- You answer.

Be reasonable, the man has allies.

For the moment and only against
the Germans.

We do not move from what
is our zone by right.

Nor do we.

So, our division advances.

And our tanks.

If you had moved your tanks to
Austria two years earlier

many million Russians wouldn't
be in their graves.

We were fighting on three fronts
and preparing the Normandy invasion.

You didn't beat Hitler on your own!

I would give it to you, you fool.

It's so, er...
Worthless

Worthless. Who cares?

But, our orders are we keep
everything.

And our orders are we keep everything
and I obey orders always.

You would.

Allies.

(COMMANDS IN RUSSIAN)

Sergeant Woody.
Fix bayonets.

F'ward arms.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

The frontier is there.

(SHOUTS ORDERS)

Unfix bayonets.

(SHOUTS COMMAND)

(MILITARY MUSIC)

You are useful, Janovic.

Well, a half is better than
a hole in the head.

(IN AUSTRIAN)

She says you shall not
take her house.

Everybody's giving me orders today!

Tell her this is war

and I have the right to requisition
what I need when I wish.

Das ist Krieg.
- The war is over, is it not?

Everyone is expecting our coming too.
Maybe I don't need an interpreter.

I shall take the inn if I need it.

But it is mine. I keep it.

If I wish.

Nice work your Major's done here.
Of course it was all a bluff.

We are too small to make decisions,
they have been made at Yalta.

Yes, we're not too small
to make incidents, though.

It was a good solution.

Except for the owner of
the private property.

An English Capitalist should
care about that.

In Austria?!

No, the Major thinks all Austrians
are Nazis under their skirts.

They are easier to handle
if you can think that way.

Oh, one thing, your interpreter,
who is he?

Well, we simply don't know.

He just dropped down, you know,
manna from heaven.

A man from Odessa,
judging by his accent.

Pilkington!

Awfully sorry. Goodbye.

Come on.
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(COMMOTION)

Wish you'd won the war then you'd be
ushering us back home, ho-ho!

Come on, that's it now. Off you go.

(SHOUTING)

Come on then, you'll all get on.

(MAN YELLS)

Ups-sa-daisy.

(COMMOTION CONTINUES)

Stop! What's all the fuss?

Some are very happy to go, Major Sir

but many of them say they don't want
to go to the Russians at Freistadt.

It's a mistake they say.

They should go to the American
clearing station at Linz.

I don't make mistakes, the orders
are perfectly clear.

When in doubt displaced persons are
returned to their country of origin.

They doubt, Major Sir.

I don't. Silence!

(SHOUTING)

Quiet!

(SHOUTS IN DISTRESS)

Go on, Janovic, translate.

Well, he says I should go
to Russia too.

All aboard, Sergeant Woody?
- All present & correct, Sir.

Freistadt 24, Linz seven.

Put an armed guard on this one,
two men and fixed bayonets.

The Russians want their own back.
See nobody skips.

Sir.

You heard the Major!
You and you, look sharp.

Any of those sardines move,
use your can openers.

All right, lovey, I'll have a nice
hot supper waiting for you.

Oy, Tedder! Pull your
bleeding finger out!

(ENGINE SPLUTTERS)

(DISSATISFIED SHOUTS)

I must say, I wouldn't be looking as
sad as that if I were going home.

Suppose you were a collaborator
or a class enemy?

Suppose it was ten years hard labour
in a salt mine waiting for you.

Would you be lining up for your
return ticket?

No, Sir.

(SHOUTING)

Must they go if they
don't want to, Sir?

The high-up's drafted the orders.

But, I thought we fought this war
for human rights

so that people could choose
what they wanted?

What we fight wars for, Mr Pilkington
does not necessarily apply in peace.

I still don't see how
we can force people.

Obviously, I would rather
let everybody choose,

but I don't have the right
and I don't have the time.

One too many for Linz, Sir.
- Only one, well we're in luck today.

(IN RUSSIAN)

The Pole says he has an Austrian
wife, they will believe him at Linz.

Why should they believe
him at Linz, I don't.

Where are his papers to prove it?

His wife has the paper.

They were separated in the bombing.

Let him wait here till she
finds him.

He is right, he should wait.

I might have wavered his case if he
hadn't tried to sneak on the lorry.

Put him under close arrest, next
lorry to Freistadt march him off.

Come on, come on!
- Come on, son.

Stop it.

More and more arriving we just have
to move them more quickly that's all.

Come on, up you get.
- Alright, Alvin?

Right, take it up.

I hope you come back.

You can always get me if I don't.
- Not bloody likely.

(WOMAN) Help me somebody!

Aw, strewth! Some of them
are glad to get back.

(SHOUTING)

(YELLS)

(SOLDIER SHOUTS)

Why don't we send the Pole to Linz
and let him explain there

and maybe they'll let him stay on.

I don't need the Americans to settle
my problems, Mr Pilkington.

I know they had God and General
Eisenhower on their side,

but that doesn't make all their
decisions holy writ.

Supposing he does have an Austrian
wife after all?

Then the Russians will undoubtedly
return him to us.

You know they won't, Sir.
They never send anyone back.

You exaggerate, anyway the orders
were drafted at Yalta

by Mr Roosevelt, Mr Churchill
and Marshall Stalin.

Orders have to be obeyed and I just
hope that if my best friend

had to be sent to Freistadt,
I would send him there.

(FOLK MUSIC)

(FOLK MUSIC CONTINUES)

(IN AUSTRIAN)

Janovic.
- Maria.

(BIRDS TWITTER)

Come on, you horrors, stand to.
Major likes a smart man.

You've got a grouch, don't slouch.
Right next gate, in you go.

Smarten it out.

(IN GERMAN)

(BOTH SPEAK IN GERMAN)

She says British soldiers raped her.

She wants two ration cards
and money.

God damn it, we've only been here
five weeks.

Escaped prisoners did it she says.

That's going to be hard to prove
even when the baby's born

it's not going to come out
singing 'God save the King'.

Give her one ration card.

Well, one and a half.
Dismissed, next.

Next case, forward march.
Up, up, up, up, up!

Oh, what a relief to see you
at last, old chap!

I say, could I have a chat
alone with you, old man?

Sir, if you please.

Anything you have to say may be
said in front of subordinates.

Where are your papers?
- Actually, I mislaid them.

Well, between gentlemen,
papers indeed!

This war has substituted papers
for human decency.

I used to be at Trinity
before the war.

Perhaps you too were at Cambridge?
- I never went to University.

I'm sure we have mutual friends
from your school, Eaton is it?

Speak to Mr Pilkington about that,
that's more his line.

But surely you know Captain
Reggie Lomax of the Blues?

I was in a fighting regiment
not with polo players!

Stand up and get the other side!

What is your name and what
is your complaint?

Keraassy, Count Istvan Keraassy.

How do you spell that?
- We have his record here, Sir.

I see you borrowed a pot from
my cousin's family.

I never borrow, I buy.

Do you know I have a ghastly time
getting to the West from Hungary.

My hunter broke a leg and I had
to walk, simply miles.

You better pack your bags
and get ready to go back.

Major, it's a lie I've worked
for the Nazis.

I infiltrated them for
the resistance.

When did you join the resistance?
- Last year. Oh, the risks I ran.

Change sides when we were winning?
No papers, Freistadt.

For God's sake, old boy.

I am nobody's old boy. Next.

Next, next, next, next, next.
How can he possibly be so sure?

Right, wrong, even the Almighty
would take longer.

Well, far worse to rot here slowly,
better to get men home quick

even if they are some mistakes,
the major is brave to choose for us.

You're an expert in hope, Janovic.

Look, Malik is a happy man.
It's very good for him here.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Ah, he says he got 15
new fleas today.

Look. He's a master.

You know, he had a very famous
flea circus in Zagreb.

You have to have human fleas
in Malik's tray, you know.

Well, our new arrivals have many.

You know, animal fleas are not good

because they haven't eaten
the right food.

For every flea for Malik
I pay one potato!

(LAUGHTER)

Here! Here, Malik.

You see, Malik is happy
to have a flea.

The man is happy to lose a flea
and to have a potato.

OH!

You know why the fleas do that?

A human hair tied round their middle
keeps them in place.

Whenever they try to hop away...

...that makes the trick,
and it's funny.

Trying to escape is funny.

But Malik he is an inventor,
a genius.

He knows exactly how to put a human
hair round their neck.

They can live only one week
like that, but what tricks!

The desperate amuses man.

(LAUGHTER)

What funny creatures we are.

Das ist wunderbar!

It is wonderful.
This is the British zone.

It's wonderful.

Do you want a beer, Mister?
Very cheap.

Do you want a beer, Mister?
Very cheap.

Or Schnapps?
- Ja, Schnapps!

Your German is very good.

So is my English,
my priest teach me.

Vodka, Mister?

No, 'Whiskey, Mister?
It's, 'Vodka, Comrade?

And what for Janovic?
- Home.

That's easy to get.

If man will stay.
- If a man can.

(JANOVIC SINGS)

(GIGGLING)

No more English. Russian.
(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(WOMAN REPEATS RUSSIAN)

Nothing old fashioned about good form
particularly in war time.

Most courage is really
a matter of form.

You don't run away because it's bad
form in front of your friends.

I always think that courage
has more to it than that.

Personal choice against orders
sometimes.

Erm, yes, bad form but right.

That's very idealistic.

Yes, I know I'll never make a good
soldier if I think like that.

The army is not against a man
having principles

or taking a chance provided it works.

To make a choice alone...

...against the rest.

I could tell you a cautionary tale,
it never happened of course.

Like all stories that never happened,
it happened once upon a time.

There was an officer and one fine
Winter's afternoon not long ago...

...he went for a stroll all alone.

Ahead of him the Germans
held a bridge,

a small but desperately
important bridge.

It was mined, of course.

He strolled towards it.

The officers of his battalion
waved him back.

They didn't want him to go it alone.

But, he thought this was
a chance worth taking.

After all he was only
risking his own life

not the lives of the whole battalion.

Besides, it was possible that
no one would shoot at him.

Just one officer strolling
along all alone.

The Germans covering the bridge
might hesitate,

wonder what he was doing,

and give him a chance
to make a sudden dash,

get under the bridge and cut
the wires leading to the charges.

It would be the Victoria Cross
if he made it.

If not, Posthumus Victoria Cross.

There must have been an old soldier
on that German machine gun.

Fire first, ask questions later.

He fired...

...and the major never
made it to the wires.

Five machine gun bullets hit him and
the Germans blew the bridge anyway.

He thought he'd be a brave man
alive or dead.

He never realised there could be a...

...an in-between.

Erm...

What happened to him, Sir?

He lived happily ever after.

The way these stories always end.

Yes well, we better turn in now
I suppose.

We got a lot of work to do tomorrow.
- A lot of people to help, Sir.

A lot to do, yes.

(WALKING STICK FALLS)

Thank you, Francis. Good night.
- Good night, Sir.

That story doesn't mean you
never should take a chance.

If it's the right chance
to take, disobey,

If you can pay for it.

(LOUD BANGING ON DOOR)

Bad luck for you Kovacs.
The C.O. had a roll call.

You know the rules,
no fraternisation.

You're under arrest.

A wonder she didn't give you a hair
cut while you were sleeping, Samson!

Nazis, Nazis, Nazis!

(LAUGHTER)

Nose.
- Nase.

Nos in Russian.

Ear.
- Ohr.

Ore?
Ooh!

Cheek.
- Wange.

Scheka.

Chin.
- Kinn.

(RUSSIAN)

You must learn some Russian.

Russia may take on Austria,
who knows?

I tell them, I go with you.

Look Maria, I've only been West
as far as here.

I must see more. Come with me.

If the Russians come and take
the Inn from me, I'll go with you.

But I do not go until I must.

My father and mother died here,
my husband lived here.

This is all I have.

I'm sorry, doctor, there is no excuse
for Mr Pilkington being late.

And Janovic, where the hell is he?

He may think he's indispensable.
- Between you and me, Sir, he is.

So long as he doesn't think he is.
- He is chancing it a bit though, Sir.

I just checked the stores,
there's 60 blankets short.

Oh well, don't worry about it.

Those blankets are better
used by Janovic

than they would be just
sitting in our store.

That reminds me, better get our
stores straightened up right away.

Not too much, not too little.

My spies tell me the Brigadier is
going to come and inspect us.

We don't know that of course.
- Of course, Sir.

I want this to look like the best
DP Camp the British have had.

The won't be an hob-nail
too many or too few, Sir.

May even have to trade
with Janovic, Sir.

I wouldn't trade Janovic for a whole
brigade of heavy tanks.

We are going to have a new arrival
in the camp.

Lord, what has he taken?

Maybe his cup of tea didn't
agree with him?

Don't be an idiot!
The man's taken poison.

Yes, Sir.
- Where's the doctor?

You'll have to get on
the blower in the office.

Don't seem worth it really.

Poor sod's due for Freistadt
tomorrow and he knows.

I'm sorry, Major Sir.
Pardon I'm delayed.

Evidently, confined to
camp for two days.

Of course, Major Sir except
when I drive you out of camp.

Of course. Where were you?

I arrange a recreation.

Not fraternisation?

No, no, not fraternisation, Sir.
No, I know the orders, Major Sir.

I do not fraternise, I harmonise.

I hope you know the difference.

There's a bad case of fraternisation
waiting for us right now.

March in Kovac will you?

Sir! Prisoner and
escort, quick march.

Left wheel.
Left right, left right.

Right wheel.
Left right, left right.

March time!
Halt!

Prisoner and escort. Left turn.

Tell him that in spite of
the ban on fraternisation

he was found in bed with
an Austrian woman.

I know that he's Hungarian so first
truck to Freistadt in the morning.

Freistadt...

Komenski's dying, Giles, he's taken poison
We must have the doctor.

What the hell you doing?
This is not the officer's mess.

Stand to attention. Salute.
Call me Sir!

Sir, Komenski's taken poison,
we simply must have the doctor.

Did you give an emetic?
- No, Sir.

Then go and do so!

He'd rather die than go
to Freistadt.

(STAMMERS) Can't you possibly
send the doctor?

The doctor is delivering a child.

Oh, mop up your bleeding heart,
Mr Pilkington.

Some die here, some live.

I'll send the doctor
when he has a moment.

Put Kovacs under arrest
until tomorrow.

Camp orders must be obeyed.

Someone get me an emetic.
Something to make Komenski sick.

Mustard, salt and some hot water,
take it straight to the guard.

Don't worry, Mr Lieutenant
all can be fixed.

Even dying.

Especially dying.
Living is much harder to fix.

Just sign them and all will be well.

These are three blank passes to
cells, these must be filled in.

Just sign and I'll bring in
the three Kings on their way East.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Next, please.

I'm so glad to see you, Father.

We must hurry, huh?

Here are the two passes.

Please, go quickly.

Borea, go with them.

Ah, Tolya!

(SINGS LOUDLY)

Tolya! Water in here...
One, two, three...

Vodka!
Very good! Vodka! Heh!

Next!

Twelve for Linz,
eight for Freistadt, Sir.

Sir.

All right! Away.

Up! Go on, get a hold of that.

(CHANTING)

(RECITES INCANTATION)

(WEDDING VOWS IN LATIN)

(LOUD WHISTLE)

(LIVELY FOLK MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Janovic, I've just been to
the guard room.

Yes, Sir.

Yes, Sir. There's a witch in there.
- I know, Sir.

I don't mean a conjurer like you,

I mean a real witch and she
is killing Komenski.

Well, she is the local wise women.

She knows all the poisons here
and she uses them too.

If she kills him, well, he is dead
anyway at Freistadt, isn't he?

And Kovacs, he's just getting
married in his cell.

The Major just won't allow that.

Pardon me, Mr Lieutenant.

The certificate of marrying will be
dated two days ago.

I suppose I'd refuse to sign
the pass,

what would the women do then?

Have another child for Austria.

Do you mean, a bastard?

Do you think Austria will not need
in ten years many hands?

Hands do not need to
have the right father,

they just need to be there
to work the earth.

You mean you encourage the men
here and the village women?

Oh it's disgusting,
it's like animals.

In the country it's always
like that.

If the Major finds out what they're
doing to his ban on fraternisation,

I don't know...

They do not fraternise.
No, they do not fraternise.

They just sleep together.

Doesn't Major Burnside need you
in the afternoon, Janovic?

I believe they say in his country

'What the Major does not
know will not hurt him'.

(HORN HONKS)

Oh, spam, peaches.

Californian yellow cling.
It's all American.

Won't they miss it?
- They wouldn't miss a Liberty ship!

Where's the hard stuff?
- This way.

Tolya! Tolya!

(IN RUSSIAN)

Vodka.
- Drinking up his wages, eh?

You speak English now.

Let me help you.

He takes in Vodka without reaching
through the pores of his skin.

He must have alcoholic pores then.

OK Janno, you got yourself
a deal, mate!

Very good produce. American.

We do not have meat like this
in Russia.

Take it.

I do not take.

I do not mean.
- Yes, you do mean.

Because I am a poor Russian.

Steady, Janno.

There's a bottle of joy
in your arms there.

You don't want to drop it on
it's head!

Major Russki. You're on the
wrong side of the fence.

You wish to make an
official complaint?

Nothing said, nothing seen.

(IN RUSSIAN)

That. That is what I want.

Jeep?
- Yes, a Jeep.

(LIVELY FOLK MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(TEMPO INCREASES)

The Jeeps, Major Sir, are fine.

Do you think I don't believe
my own eyes?

I tell you they're fine.
- You gutted them.

It's Freistadt for you,
I'm going to drive you myself.

Well, what's wrong, Major Sir?

At my inspection this morning, there
were parts missing from every Jeep.

Strange thing, Major Sir.

This afternoon the Americans in Linz
reported a shortage of Jeep parts.

Well, they have so much
they won't miss it.

You're intolerable.
- Yes, Sir.

Don't do this again.
- Never, Sir.

Trouble is you think you
run this camp.

No, No, Sir, whatever I do
you have the last blame.

Yes.

(FOLK MUSIC)

You'll want to hang on to your spit,

you'll be needing that for your
bleeding toe caps.

Toe, spit.
Hut.

Boots, black, for the use of.

Come on, lads.
- Bloody bull.

Jump to it, haven't got
much time left.

Now lads, when the Brigadier says
'not a bad turnout',

of course you look like
a bleeding shower

but Brigadiers are a soft, daft lot
so when Brigadier Bewley says

'Did anyone inform you I was coming
here on a snap inspection? '...

What do you say?
- (ALL) No, Sir!

Private Amis.
- Sergeant.

Is that a moustache or part
of your breakfast?

Moustache, Sergeant.

Hmm, two months and it looks like
a dandelion puff. Why?

Well, er, my hairs a bit
bashful, Sergeant.

Bashful hey, Laddy.
Well I'm not, come on.

Off with that fuzz at the double.
Brigadier will be here any minute.

Burnside, does that name
mean anything to you?

Not a sausage, Sir.

Allison! Not going to get lost this
time, you know where we're going?

DP Camp, Sir.
- Yeah, but which one?

Oh, Four B.
- You know where that is?

It's where you put the pin on
the map for it to be, Sir.

I checked the route, Sir.
- You navigate then.

Come on Allison, let's get cracking.
That's it.

Left!

That's a bit of a very propicious start,
is it? Come on, Allison.

That's backwards, backwards, Allison.

That's it.

Burnside. Doesn't ring a bell, eh?

No, Sir.
- Well, it does with me...

Bridges.

Bridges and Burnside, like bread
and butter they go together.

That's it, Allison.
Pulling off nicely.

Left here!
- DP, Camp Four B.

Looks like a health resort!

Sergeant of the guard.

Turn out the guard!

(YELLS) Present arms.

Slope arms!

Guard ready for your inspection, Sir.

Very good turnout, Sergeant. Tell me
did you know I was coming today?

No, Sir.
- I'll say,

Captain, you'd better get the Sergeant's recipe
for keeping trousers permanently creased.

Patent that and make a fortune.
Right carry on, Sergeant.

Sir!

Major Burnside, Sir.
- Burnside, not Bridge Burnside?

Not too my knowledge, Sir.
Your visit is a welcome surprise.

Welcome or well prepared?
- A welcome one, Sir.

May I escort you around camp?
- Charming spot you got here.

Reminds me of Cumberland,
I've a cottage there.

Mr Pilkington, Sir.
- Pilkington, very glad to see you.

They thank you Major Sir for making
their stay here brief and pleasant.

Oh, it's just a job.
New intake arriving, Sir.

(ANN0UNCEMENT 0VER L0UDSPEAKER)

That's a very useful fellow
you've got hold of there.

Yes, he was hard to find and
difficult to persuade.

My goodness me, good lord.
Very good, very good.

Oh hello. What's this, 'ey?
Arts and crafts department?

Are we going to have a concert?
(LAUGHS)

Parade! Parade!

Two paces!
- Right!

Off covers,
smartly, now!

Thanks.

Ah, Potage Poisson. Not bad, Major.

Private Lenox was a dishwasher
the Savoy, Sir.

Oh, good show.

Down here to the right, Sir.

(MARCH MUSIC)

# God save our gracious king

# Long live our noble King...

Your sense of timing, Major
is too perfect.

Thank you very much, Sir.

You'll have to order
something to go wrong

or I'll give you a black mark
for finding nothing to criticize.

You're too kind, Sir.
Care to come to the mess, Sir?

Thank you very much, well, Burnside,
you've done a remarkable job.

My compliments.
- Thank you very much, Sir.

I have missed my regiment, Sir.
If I could be posted back.

I was second in command of
the battalion when the erm...

Yes, well the fighting's over,
Burnside and...

Perhaps a battalion in peacetime is
too small for a man of your talents.

I've never thought outside
the regiment, Sir.

If I could be posted back.
I am not really the administrator.

I don't care for being
a sort of British Gestapo.

I'm a plain fighting soldier.

I hope this is the last war.

There've been enough incidents with
Russians for me to think...

Oh, don't think that!

Oh-oh-ho. My goodness me!
The Russians are our allies.

There are no incidents
with them, only dialogues.

Oh, Pilkington I saw
your father last week.

He's in great form,
sent you his, you know...

Oh, thank you, Sir, would you
send him back my, you know.

Yes, I know.

You'll be staying on at the service
of course, it's in the family.

People with your background
should do pretty well.

Thank you, Sir.

I shall be going back to university
to study languages.

I've been told that they're going to
be most important in the new Europe.

0h yes and in the new army, we could
use fellows like you on the staff.

Well no, Sir.

Whatever my father might say,
I'm not really cut out for fighting.

My dear, Pilkington whoever
joined the army to fight?

(LAUGHS)

(WHEEZES AND COUGHS)

Turn out the guard!

Oh, silly billy, Allison.

You didn't tip Burnside off
I was coming did you?

No, Sir.

When Burnside asked me when you were
coming I said Tuesday morning.

It was a snap inspection you
insisted everything went as normal.

Your future in the army appears
about as dim as Major Burnside's.

(CAR BACKFIRES)

I don't understand, Sir.

Like Burnside, you like to put
on a very good show.

Often too good a show.

He once tried to take
a bridge all alone.

A sort of Horatio in reverse
if you know what I mean.

Of course he didn't do it,
the bridge was blown up

and we lost some 200 men
crossing that river

when we might have taken
the bridge for 20.

All the same it was
a bloody brave show.

Brave? Show?

We needed that bridge and
the men alive.

Are their widows going to thank him
for another ribbon on his chest?

He made a very gallant...
- Mistake.

The Army, Captain Roots,
is worse than an elephant...

Not only does it never forget,
it never forgives.

Major Sir, I know you'll find out
what I do so I'll show you first.

Anna, thin for British men.
Marta, for Russian men.

What about the orders against
fraternisation?

Oh, they do not fraternise
Major Sir, they just serve.

Food, drink.

Talk verboten!

What about the Russians and
British fraternising?

There is the iron chain Major Sir.
You decided on that.

So I did.

Can the Austrians come here?

Oh anyone. I call that democratic.
- I call it bloody cunning.

Sit down Major Sir.
Have a whiskey, on the house.

Oh no thank you I can't condone that.

(EXCITED SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN)

You've already fixed
it with the Russians.

For today, who knows about
tomorrow over there?

Major Burnside, a good surprise.

A glass of Vodka to our
glorious alliance. Vodka.

You make it hard to refuse.
- Come over to our side.

Let's shout across the border.

So you don't mind drinking in
the same room as your men?

We are the people's army, Major.
All are comrades.

(LAUGHS) Sheer hypocrisy.

What we call the English disease.
Have another Vodka.

No thank you. Well I must say it's
quite a little Shangri-La.

You wouldn't think there's a war on.
- There isn't now.

You call that peace?

I hope we shall cooperate forever.

I hope so too.

To test it, one request.

Yes?

Do you approve of this place.

I cannot approve.

In that case if you have no use
for it, surrender your half.

I surrender nothing, particularly
war department property.

Property means more than your
God to you, capitalist swine!

That's a laugh from people who've
taken half of Europe.

Major, Sir. You'll not forbid.

The English had an Admiral once
and when they flew a signal

he didn't approve of, he put his
telescope to his blind eye.

But why bring him here?
- We work all right together.

You must have an English officer to
protect the Alpen House.

Of course there is Pilkington
but he is a boy.

If he is a boy, I can manage.

I'll be jealous. You know I
think he is still a virgin.

Don't laugh, he's lucky.

Nobody is still a virgin who has
lived through a war.

(CAR SPLUTTERS)

What's wrong?

The distributor. I'll fix it.
- As always.

How long?
- Half an hour.

While we are waiting you
can have a rest.

Oh, all right.
Be as quick as you can.

(MELLOW MUSIC)

Hello.
- Hello.

Er, do you speak English?

A bit.

May I help you?

Please.

Is it very hard for you?

I live which is better than not.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Hey, what are you doing?

(LAUGHTER)

Ow!

Oh, gosh I'm sorry.
- It's all right.

Did I hurt you?
- No.

I did.
- It's nothing.

Terribly sorry.
- It wasn't that sore.

I haven't played in years.
- I haven't too.

But you do look like a boy.

Doing that with the,
what do you call them?

Pinecones.
- Pinecones.

I saw you before at the Alpen House.
Do you live there?

It's mine.
- Oh.

May I come and visit you again?
- Do not fraternise, your Major says.

Surely you obey your Major?

Well, he said I could disobey orders
if I thought I ought and er...

...seeing you I think I ought.

(HORN HONKS)

I must be going.

Er, do you know Janovic?

Everybody knows Janovic.

May I come and visit you?

May I?

(MUSIC AND DRUNKEN SINGING)

(DRUNKEN SHOUTING)

If one of my men were to
walk in and find me...

If I weren't the Major in command,
would I be where I am now?

No.

(LAUGHS) You're very honest even
when it does you no good.

You want me and you take.

I want the Alpen House and I get.

Oh the advantage of just having a few
hundred words of basic English.

No subtlety, no evasions.

And no love.

Oh, women are funny that way.

You think you have them for
a moment and then afterwards

you might as well be a stranger.

It is as though they were ashamed of
having shown you they wanted you.

When we're making love
you want me all right.

If I love a man, I want
to love him alone.

If I MUST love him,
how can I love him?

When I cannot choose.

Some women like being persuaded.

Giles.
- Mm?

I do like you.

You help me, you protect me...

...but it's only the war makes me
go with you.

In peace I would still
have a husband.

In peace, we would not be here.

It's peace now, the war
is over remember?

When I am posted back to my regiment,
will you follow me?

Where to, your schloss?

(LAUGHS) You would think that.
No, not all officers are lords!

Do you have a country house?

No, you'd just get a rented room
near the barracks.

When I retire a cottage no bigger
than this and half pay.

You'd get me that's all,
and the army.

I never had any money,
I never will have any.

Soldiers are like bad luck.

People want to forget them,
once the horror's over.

I stay.

You couldn't care for me enough?

I stay.

I can come and visit you on my leave.

When you are not the Major here,
why visit?

Perhaps for you, I'd feel a man.

You're good to me, Giles, very good.

But you are the Major and you
will go where the army goes.

(DOOR OPENS)

Janno.

You say you do not come.

Oh, the Major is busy, he is having
dinner with the brigadier.

These mutts mean business, Sir.

I see it arrived.
- You mean to say you sent it?

Your office is not in the chapel?

We're not always as advertised.
No, it is our magazine.

To what do I owe the pleasure
of this invitation?

Your interpreter, Major.

He's a useful man, would you
like to borrow him?

Not to interpret.
Will you come inside?

(BOTH SPEAK IN RUSSIAN)

Oh. That's very nice. Spoils of war.

In your country I believe it's
a gentleman's game.

All Russians play.

Well, what about my interpreter?

He's a deserter from the Red Army.
His real name is Makarov.

Look.

That's him.

A deserter, your Janovic.
He'll desert you too.

I don't think that's him.
- He's too useful to you, isn't he?

When was he supposed
to have deserted?

A week before Janovic joined you.

Oh, after the war was over.

I call that absent without leave,
that's not a very grave crime.

A deserter working for the British,
that is a serious crime.

A political crime.

I've told you I don't think it's him
and you don't want him anyway.

One man when you've lost
22 million dead.

You've had orders from higher up.
You want to embarrass us.

We want him back,

and our agreement with you is you
must return all deserters

or there'll be trouble
for you, Major.

A Russian deserter running
your camp.

I run my own show!

Then your honour as
a British officer, Major

will make you send him back
to us at Freistadt.

Freistadt!

(MELLOW MUSIC)

For the journey.

I'll wait for you.

When I have a real passport,
I'll come back to you

and we'll marry.

There'll be no Burnside then.

I'm so sorry, Janno.

I understand.

The Majors, they take what you have,

but in peace they can do nothing.

Sharing the loot?

I was sent to look for
you at the Alpen House.

I will not go back, the Major will
send me to Freistadt.

I don't believe it.

It's true.

Janno must go away.
- What happened?

The Russian soldier drinking
here last night says

Captain Kamenev knows
the truth about me.

I am a deserter from
the Russian army.

A deserter, you ran away from
your comrades in battle?

Oh no, the war was over.

Maria.

Leave us.

Well, I'll just stroll over there and
promise to join me, Janovic.

Yes, Mr Lieutenant.

You'll forget me.

Oh no, I will not forget you, Maria.

I'll come back.

Since the war began...

...no one came back.

You must trust me, Maria.

Now you take me back.

I couldn't take you back
to camp and Freistadt.

What about your Major's orders?

Oh damn Burnside and his
bloody orders!

You've aged, Mr Lieutenant...

...and just as well.

You'd have used that on me?!

Oh yes, if I had to.

You don't mind killing
others to survive!

That's what being a soldier means!

And I've fought and lived,
much longer than you.

You can help me cross the border.

Help you desert again?
Save your own sweet hide?!

You know why I deserted?
Because it's peace now.

We all fought the war, we all knew
why we fought but now it's peace.

What do you do here?

Nobody asked you here.
Nobody wants you here.

You want to fight peace with guns?
Go home soldier, go home.

Fine words, Janovic.
Why don't you go home?

Get out! I'll give you 30 seconds.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

How easy for you to be the judge,

with your home, money, rank.

But, if you have no home,
for what do you fight?

For your comrades.

And if your comrades fight
for Hitler, like mine?

No. Janno is a good man.

He showed me how to live
in a bad time.

Yes, but there's more to life than
just living.

There's...
- There's just living.

And Janno made me want to live.

(SILENCE EXCEPT FOR SWEEPING)

(SILENCE CONTINUES)

(CHAIRS SCRAPE)

(APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS)

Come with me, Miss.

(SWEEPING)

(SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN)

No!
(GLASS CRASHES)

(ISSUES ORDER IN RUSSIAN)

(SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN)

In Russia they are good men.

They haven't seen their wives
for too long.

We are all lonely.

I too.

Sit with me.

My husband was at Stalingrad.

I didn't send him there.

I didn't ask you here.

I shall order the Alpen House
out of bounds.

Russians shalln't come to harm you.

Come still - they do nothing.

Now we do nothing.

Nothing to do.

Stay on the British side.

Your major will protect you.

He'll be going.

They will all be going.

And, Janno is gone.

Then perhaps I...

Perhaps I could protect...

(TRAIN WHISTLE)

(ANNOUNCEMENT)

(ANNOUNCEMENT CONTINUES)

Your pass expires tomorrow.
- I shall be back before then.

Have a good trip, Herr Schneider.
- Thank you..

(HUSTLE AND BUSTLE)

(EXCITED CHATTER)

(CONVERSATION)

(CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE)

Papers!

Papiere!

Papers.

I have just shown my passport.
- You lost the war, Mack.

Janovic.

Do the trick you did
in the camp, Janovic.

The trick from the camp, Janovic.

Herr Schneider, what camp?

Last morning orders, they've just
about cleaned up, now.

Quite satisfactory, really.

About Janovic, it was very convenient
his having escaped like that.

We've just about beaten Winter to it.

(KNOCKING)
Yes?

One last case, sir.
- Who is it?

Mrs Heidi Komenski, the Americans
request we give assistance

to find your missing husband.

Komenski, Komenski?

I know who it is, Sir.

The Pole who tried to
commit suicide.

We sent him half dead to Freistadt.

You wouldn't believe he had
an Austrian wife.

Yes, I remember, he had no papers.
He went to Freistadt.

Freistadt.

You sent him to the Russians?
He mustn't be sent to the Russians!

Woody, detail a jeep and escort her
to the check point at the frontier.

Yes, Sir.

(SHOUTS IN DISTRESS)

(SOBS AND SHOUTS)

I knew we should have believed him.

With all those thousands there
had to be one or two mistakes.

The point was to get them
sorted out quickly.

Individuals don't matter in war,
there's no person except in peace.

Oh, she'll meet up with him again.

They're very fair at Freistadt.
People just go on about it too much.

(KNOCKING)
Yes?

Missing man returned to
our jurisdiction, Sir.

Where'd you find him?
- Headed for Switzerland.

He had a pretty good passport
but not good enough.

That was bad luck, Janovic.
Thank you.

I forgot to tell you, Major Sir,
I need a holiday

so I went to ski in St Moritz.

Why didn't you trust me?

I'd already made out your papers
for Linz

and a dossier saying how much
you'd helped us.

Then you had to make a run for it.
Why, man?

You do know, I never let my personal
feelings interfere

with anything I think is right.

Now, everybody knows you.

So long as you were anonymous you
were as safe, you didn't exist.

In fact, I was protecting
your safety.

Why didn't you trust me?

I'm sorry, Major Sir.

In Yiddish they say,

'It's easier to know ten lands
than one man'.

You've got the dossier, Sir.

He could still stand a chance
at Linz.

By all the rules in the book...

...you should go to Freistadt.

Get me Burnside on the phone.
- Sir.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yes?

Hello, Burnside?
Sorry to disturb you, old boy.

About that chap of yours, Janovic.

The one the Americans picked up,

the chap the Russians thought was
Makarov, the deserter.

They're going to some bother about
him, an excuse for trouble.

Look here, I've had a strict
directive from the War Office.

No incidents in our zone
at any price.

Listen, Burnside, he's to be handed
over at once, that's an order!

Let me know when you've
carried it out.

(ENGINE REVS)

Better get going. Good luck.

Yes, Major Sir.

Major Sir.

Please tell Lieutenant Pilkington
how much I missed saying goodbye.

I'll give him your regards.
All right, Sergeant Woody.

All right!
(BANGS ON ROOF)

Major Burnside,
I shall not forget you.

Goodbye, Janovic.

Maria, live!

Live, Maria, live!

He's already gone,
you said nine o'clock.

I wanted to say goodbye to him.

I'm sorry, I was in a hurry,
I'm improperly dressed.

Oh, don't worry about it.
The job's over.

You'll be in civilian clothes soon.
Your heart's not in this.

(REVS ENGINE)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Hey! Hey!

The lorry!

It's turned up for Freistadt.

What... You mean you handed him over
to the Russians?!

Stay, that's an order!
- I'll stop the lorry.

Sgt Woody has orders
not to stop for anybody.

Oh, I'll stop it!

Don't you dare disobey me!

He'll be all right.
He's a very clever man.

People like that get along
in any society.

They're too useful to liquidate,
and he's a professional survivor.

Yes, but you said...
- I said what, Mr Pilkington?

Janovic thought he was
going to Linz.

Lucky for him, poor chap.
We didn't want him to resist.

But, he's a deserter,
they're bound to shoot him.

I doubt that.

The trouble with you young officers,
you jump to conclusions.

How many thousands have been through
this camp since you've been here?

How many important ones politically?

Maybe the Russians planted Janovic
as an agent, did you think of that?

When it gets down to dirty politics
then soldiers are just paid to obey.

Oh, God, to get back to
clean fighting

instead of this trading in flesh.

He simply wanted to live.

Don't we all?

Oh!

How can...

You!

(REVS MOTORCYCLE)

(M0T0RCYCLE ENGINE APPR0ACHING)

(BRAKES SCREECH)

Your pass, Sir.
- Oh, look here, take this.

Hey! Halt!

Stop!

It's done, Sir.

So, you packed him off
to Freistadt, good.

Yeah, oh, hold on, Major Burnside,

there's a posting
come through for you.

Get me that posting
for Major Burnside?

Hold on, will you?
I'll read it back to you.

I'm sorry, Sir. I have ordered more
of your blend from Fortnum's...

Yeah, come on,
hurry up, Lewis.

Erm, yes, it's bad luck, Burnside.

You've been posted to Indonesia.

Another camp.

You've put up such a terribly
good show here.

I'm afraid there's no question of
your rejoining your regiment.

Terribly sorry.

Do come along and have a drink
before you go, won't you?

Bye.

You sent him back.

Of course, what did you expect?

Janno said you would.

Er, well, Janno was always right.

I had hoped that
Major Burnside would...

No one can hope with Burnside.

You see, I could have
gone after him sooner and

stopped the lorry
and helped him to escape.

And I didn't.

I didn't say a damn thing!

I'm just like every other
bloody Nazi.

(GERMAN ACCENT)
Oh, I did nothing, Mein Herr.

Nein, I was just obeying orders.
Not guilty!

(SIGHS)

Ah! Guilty.

Now, you know why
we all do nothing,

and live.

And let the living die.

(GRUNTS)

(PANTS)

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(KNOCKING)

May I have a word, Sir?

What is it?

Well, I'd just like to say, Sir,
now that the camp's closing down

and all packed up.

It's, it's been a privilege.

And erm...

You're a bloody fine soldier, Sir.

Thank you, Tom.

(DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)