All language subtitles for Inglourious Basterds

Chapter One

Once upon a time...

in Nazi-occupied France

1941

(DISTANT RUMBLING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Go back inside and shut the door.

Julie, get me some water
for my wash up...

...then get inside with your sisters.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Ready, Papa.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Thank you, my darling...

...now you go inside with your sisters.

Don't run.

(MEN SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Is this the property of Perrier LaPadite?

I am Perrier LaPadite.

It is a pleasure to meet you,
Monsieur LaPadite...

...I am Colonel Hans Landa of the SS.

What can I do for you?

I was hoping you could invite me
inside your home...

...and we may have a discussion.

Certainly. After you.

Colonel Landa, this is my family.

Colonel Hans Landa of the SS...

...Mademoiselle...

...at your service.

The rumors I have heard in the
village about your family are all true.

Each one of your daughters
is more lovely than the last.

Merci.

Please...

...have a seat.

Suzanne, would you be so good as to
get the Colonel some wine?

But no.

Merci beaucoup, Monsieur LaPadite,
but no wine.

This being a dairy farm, one would be
safe in assuming you have milk?

Oui.

Then milk is what I prefer.

Very well.

Julie, would you mind closing the window?

Merci.

Monsieur, to both your family
and your cows...

...I say, "Bravo."

Thank you.

Please join me at your table.

Very well.

Monsieur LaPadite...

...what we have to discuss
would be better discussed in private.

You'll notice I left my men outdoors.

If it wouldn't offend them, could you
ask your lovely ladies to step outside?

You are right.

Charlotte, would you take the girls
outside?

The Colonel and I need to have
a few words.

Monsieur LaPadite...

...I regret to inform you
I've exhausted the extent of my French.

To continue to speak it so inadequately
would only serve to embarrass me.

However, I've been led to believe
you speak English quite well.

Yes.

Well, it just so happens, I do as well.
This being your house...

...I ask your permission to switch
to English...

...for the remainder of the conversation.

By all means.

While I'm very familiar
with you 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.

Now, 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.

I'm aware of that.

I've read the reports of this area.

But like any enterprise,
when under new management,

there is 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 answers,

my department can close
the file on your family.

Now,

before the occupation,
there were four Jewish families in this area,

all dairy farmers like yourself.

Doleracs, 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?

(CHUCKLES) 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've 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 could 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.

(MATCHSTICKS SCRAPING)

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

(AGREES IN FRENCH)

Yes.

Having never met the Dreyfuses,
would you confirm for me

the exact members of the household
and their names?

(CLEARS THROAT)

There were five of them.

The father, Jacob.

Wife, Miram.

And her brother, Bob.

How old is Bob?

Thirty, 31.

Continue.

And the children,

Amos

and Shosanna.

Ages of the children?

(SIGHS)

Amos was nine or 10.

- And Shosanna?
- And Shosanna was

18 or 19. I'm not really sure.

Well, I guess that should do it.

(ZIPPER CLOSING)

However, before I go, could I have
another glass of your delicious milk?

But of course.

Monsieur LaPadite,

are you aware of the nickname
the people of France have given me?

(SIGHS)

I have no interest in such things.

But you are aware of what they call me.

I'm aware.

What are you aware of?

(THANKING IN FRENCH)

- 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 has done
everything in his power to earn it.

Now 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.

(CHUCKLING) More precisely,
a 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 a 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?

(AGREES IN FRENCH)

Yet, I assume you don't share
the same animosity with squirrels

-that you do with rats, do you?
- No.

Yet, they're both rodents, are they not?

And 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 are so many places
it would never occur to a hawk to hide.

However, the reason the Fuhrer
has 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 what tremendous feats
human beings are capable of

once they abandon dignity.

May I smoke my pipe as well?

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.

And 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.

And 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.

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

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're 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?

(SNIFFLES)

Yes.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Monsieur LaPadite...

...I thank you for the milk...

...and your hospitality.

I do believe our business here is done.

Ah, ladies.

I thank you for your time.

We shan't be bothering your family
any longer.

So, Monsieur...

...Mademoiselle.

I bid farewell to you and say...

...adieu.

(SHUSHING)

It's the girl.

(SOBBING)

(EXCLAIMS)

(PANTING)

Au revoir, Shosanna!

Chapter Two

INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

ALDO: 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, you all might've heard rumors
about the armada happening soon.

Well, we'll be leaving a little earlier.

We're going to be dropped into France
dressed as civilians.

Once we're in enemy territory,

as a bushwhacking guerrilla army,

we're going to be doing one thing
and one thing only.

Killing Nazis.

I don't know about you all,

but I sure as hell didn't come down
from the goddamn Smoky Mountains,

cross 5,000 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 going to die.

Now, I'm the direct descendent
of the mountain man Jim Bridger.

That means I got a little Indian in me.

And our battle plan
will be that of an Apache resistance.

We will be cruel to the Germans.

And through our cruelty,
they will know who we are.

And 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.

And 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!
- 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.

A 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!

(SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

No,no,no,no,no,no,no!

How much more of these Jew swine
must I endure?

They butcher my men like they were flies!

Do you know the latest rumor
they've conjured up

in their fear-induced delirium?

The one...

...that beats my boys with a bat!

The one they call "The Bear Jew"...

is a Golem!

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

My Fuhrer, this is just soldiers' gossip.

No one really believes "The Bear Jew"
is a Golem.

Why not?

They seem to be able to elude capture
like an apparition.

They seem to be able to appear and
disappear at will.

You want to prove they're flesh and blood?

Then bring them to me!

I will hang them naked, by their heels,
from the Eiffel Tower!

And then throw their bodies in the sewers...

...for the rats of Paris to feast!

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

Kliest!

(KLIEST SPEAKING GERMAN
ON INTERCOM)

Yes, my Fuhrer!

I have an order I want relayed to all
German soldiers stationed in France.

The Jew degenerate
known as "The Bear Jew,"

henceforth, is never to be referred
to as The Bear Jew again.

(KL/EST SPEAKING GERMAN)

Yes, my Fuhrer!

Do you still wish to see Private Butz?

Who and what is a Private Butz?

He's the soldier
you wanted to see personally.

His squad was ambushed
by Lt. Raine's Jews.

He was its only survivor.

Indeed, I do want to see him.
Thank you for reminding me.

Send him in.

(BUTZ SPEAKING GERMAN)

Sergeant Rachtmann, Ludwig and I

were the only ones left alive
after the ambush.

While one man guarded us,
the rest removed the hair.

(BASTERDS LAUGHING)

Hey, Hirsch berg

Send that Kraut sarge over.

HIRSCHBERG: You. Go.

Sergeant Werner Rachtman.

Lieutenant Aldo Raine. Pleased to meet you.

You know what "sit down" means, Werner?

- Yes.
- Then sit down.

How is your English, Werner?

Because if need be, we got
a couple of fellows who can translate.

Wicki here,

an Austrian-Jew, 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.

(BASTERDS LAUGHING)

MALE NARRATOR: The reason
for Hugo Stiglitz's celebrity

among German soldiers is simple.

As a German-enlisted man,
he killed 13 Gestapo officers.

Instead of putting him up against a 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.

(GASPING)

Sergeant Hugo Stiglitz?

Lieutenant Aldo Raine.
These are the Basterds.

Ever heard of us?

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

When it comes to killing Nazis,

(MAN GROANING)

I think you show great talent.

And I pride myself for 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.

(BASTERDS LAUGHING)

Can I assume you know who we are?

You're Aldo the Apache.

(BASTERDS WHOOPING)

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.

HIRSCHBERG:
(LAUGHING) Oh, yeah.

Now, that leaves two ways
we can play this out.

Either kill you or let you go.

Whether or not you're going
to 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 got to show me on
this here map where they are.

You got to tell me how many they are,
and you got to tell me

what kind of artillery
they're carrying with them.

(SCOFFING)

You can't expect me to divulge information
that would put German lives in danger.

Well, now, Werner, that's where you're
wrong, because 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.

Now, just take that finger of yours

and point out on this here map
where this party is being held,

how many is coming
and what they brought to play with.

I respectfully refuse, sir.

(BAT TAPPING)

Hear that?

Yes.

That's Sergeant Donny Donowitz.

You might know him better by his nickname.

The Bear Jew.

Now, if you heard of Aldo the Apache,
you got to 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, what he does.

And, Werner, I'm going to ask you
one last goddamn time,

and if you still respectfully refuse,
I'm calling The Bear Jew over.

He's going to take that big bat of his,

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

Now, take your
Wiener-schnitzel-licking finger,

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

Fuck you.

And your Jew dogs.

(BASTERDS LAUGHING)

(BASTERDS APPLAUDING)

Actually, Werner,
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!

DON NY: Yeah?

Got us a German here
who wants to die for country.

Oblige him.

(BAT TAPPING)

(CONTINUES TAPPING)

(BASTERDS CHEERING)

Did you get that for killing Jews?

Bravery.

(BASTERDS EXCLAIMING)

Yeah!

BASTERD 1: Oh, no!

BASTERD 2: Oh, no!

Donny!

BASTERD: Yeah, Donny!

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

(LAUGHING)

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 Lansdowne 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?

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

ALDO: Wicki.

Ask him if he wants to live.

(BOTH SPEAKING GERMAN)

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

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(BASTERDS LAUGHING)

Ask him how many Germans.

(BOTH SPEAKING GERMAN)

Around about 12.

What kind of artillery?

(BOTH SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

How did you survive this ordeal?

They let me go.

Now, when you report what happened here,

you can't tell them you told us
what you told us. They'll shoot you.

They're going to want to know
why you so special, we let you live.

So tell them, we let you live so you could
spread the word through the ranks

what's going to happen
to every Nazi we find.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

You are not to tell anybody anything.
Not one word of detail!

Your outfit was ambushed,
and you got away!

Not one word more!

Yes, my Fuhrer.

Did they mark you like they did
the other survivors?

Yes, my Fuhrer.

Now that you've survived the war,
when you get home, what you going to do?

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

I will hug my mother like
I've never hugged her before.

WICKI: He's going to hug his mother.

(SNIFFS)

Well, ain't that nice?

Ask if he's going to take off his uniform.

(WICKI SPEAKING GERMAN)

(BUTZ SPEAKING GERMAN)

Not only shall I remove it,
but I intend to burn it.

WICKI: He's going to burn it.

Yeah, that's what we thought.
We don't like that.

See, we like our Nazis in uniforms.
That way you can spot them.

Just like that.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

But you take off that uniform,
ain't nobody going to know you's a Nazi.

And that don't sit well with us.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

So I'm going to 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.

Chapter Three

GERMAN NIGHT IN PARIS

1944

JUNE

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

What starts tomorrow?

A Max Linder festival.

(EXCLAIMS)

I always preferred Linder to Chaplin.

Except Linder never made a film
as good as "The Kid."

The chase climax of "The Kid," superb.

I adore your cinema very much.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Merci.

Is it yours?

Do I own it?

- Oui.

Oui.

How is it a girl as young as you
owns a cinema?

My aunt left it to me.

Merci for hosting a German night.

I don't have a choice...

...but you're welcome.

I love the Riefenstahl mountain films...

...especially Piz Palu.

It's nice to see a French girl
who's an admirer of Riefenstahl.

"Admire" would not really be
the word I would use...

...to describe my feelings towards
Fréulein Riefenstahl.

But you do admire the director Pabst,
don%you?

That's why you include his name
on the marquee...

...when you didn't have to.

I'm French.
We respect directors in our country.

Even Germans.

Even Germans, oui.

Merci for your assistance, soldier.
Adieu.

You're not finished.

I'll finish in the morning.

May I ask your name?

You wish to see my papers?

(LAUGHS)

Emmanuelle Mimieux.

That's a very pretty name.

Merci.

Are you finished with my papers?

Mademoiselle, may I introduce myself...

...Fredrick Zoller.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Well...

...it's been a pleasure chatting
with a fellow cinema lover.

Sweet dreams, mademoiselle.

Adieu.

(SIGHS)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Hello, mademoiselle.

May I Join you?

Look, Fredrick...

(CHUCKLES EXCITEDLY)

You remember my name?

Yes.

Look, you seem a
pleasant enough fellow...

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Regardless, I want you to stop pestering me.

I apologize, mademoiselle...

...I wasn't trying to be a pest.

I was simply trying to be friendly.

I don't wish to be your friend.

Why not?

Don't act like an infant. You know why.

I'm more than just a uniform.

Not to me.

If you are so desperate
for a French girlfriend...

...I suggest you try Vichy.

(EXHALES)

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Who are you?

I thought I was just a uniform.

You're not just a German soldier.

Are you somebody's son?

Most German soldiers are somebody's son.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(LAUGHS EXCITEDLY)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

You're a very lucky girl,
catching a brave war hero.

--No, no, no, no, the
mademoiselle is not my girlfriend.

Can you write "Amour Babette"?

(BOTH SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(OFFICER EXCLAIMS)

(OFFICERS CHATTERING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

So you're a war hero.

What did you do?

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I was alone in a bell tower
in a walled off city.

It was myself and a thousand
rounds of ammo, in a bird's nest...

...against three hundred enemy soldiers.

What's a bird's nest?

A bird's nest is what a sniper
would call a bell tower.

It's a high structure, offering
a three hundred and sixty degree view.

Very advantageous for marksmen.

How many did you kill?

Sixty-eight.

The first day.

A hundred and fifty...

...the second day.

(EXHALES)

Thirty-two the third day.

On the fourth day they exited the city.

(CHUCKLES)

Naturally, my war story received a
lot of attention in Germany...

...that's why they all recognize me.

They call me the German Sergeant York.

Maybe they'll make a film
about your exploits.

(LAUGHS)

Well, that's just what
Joseph Goebbels thought.

So he did and called it "Nation's Pride."

And they wanted me to play myself...

...so I did.

Joseph thinks this movie will
be proven to be his masterpiece.

And I will be the German Van Johnson.

"Nation's Pride" is about you?

"Nation's Pride" is starring you?

I know.

Comical?

Well, good luck with your movie, Private.
I hope all goes well for Joseph and yourself.

(SAYING GOODBYE IN FRENCH)

(DRIVER SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Good bye!

- Do you need help?
- No, it's okay.

If you need me, I'll be in the
storage room.

Okay, my love.

(CAR APPROACHING)

(BRAKES SCREECH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Mademoiselle Mimieux?

Yes?

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Is this your cinema?

Yes.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Come down!

Please.

I don't understand. What have I done?

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

She wants to know what she's done.

Get your ass in that car.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

It's only the offspring of slaves that allows
America to be competitive athletically.

American Olympic gold can be
measured in Negro sweat.

(LAUGHING)

(GOEBBELS LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Good, you came.

I wasn't sure whether or not
you'd accept my invitation.

Invitation?

(GOEBBELS SPEAKING GERMAN)

Is that the young lady in question, Fredrick?

Yes, it is, Dr. Goebbels.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Emmanuelle, there is somebody
I want you to meet.

Emmanuelle Mimieux, I'd like to introduce
you to the minister of propaganda...

...the leader of
the entire German film industry...

...and now that I'm an actor, my boss,
Dr. Joseph Goebbels.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Your reputation precedes you,
Fréulein Mimieux.

(FREDRICK LAUGHS)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

And normally, this is Herr Goebbels'
French interpreter...

...Mademoiselle Francesca Mondino.

Hello.

(PANTING)

(BRAYING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Hello.

And you've met the Major.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Actually, I didn't introduce myself.
Major Dieter Hellstrom of the Gestapo.

At your service, mademoiselle.

Please allow me...

...have a seat, please.

Try the champagne, mademoiselle,
it's quite good.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

I must say, Fréulein,
I should be rather annoyed with you.

(TRANSLATING IN FRENCH)

I arrive in France...

...and I wish to have lunch with my star.

(TRANSLATING IN FRENCH)

Little do I know...

...he's become the toast of Paris.

And now he must find time for me.

(TRANSLATING IN FRENCH)

People wait in line hours, days to see me.

For the Fuhrer

and Private Zoller, I wait

So finally, I'm granted an audience
with the young Private.

(TRANSLATOR SPEAKING FRENCH)

And he spends the entire lunch speaking
of you and your cinema.

So Fréulein Mimieux,
let's get down to business.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

--Herr Minister Doctor Goebbels...

I haven't informed her yet.

Unless the girl's a simpleton,
I'm sure she's figured it out by now.

After all, she does operate a cinema.

Francesca, tell her.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

What they are trying to tell you,
Emmanuelle, is Private Zoller...

...has spent the last hour at lunch trying
to convince Monsieur Goebbels...

...to abandon previous plans for
Private Zoller's film premiere...

...and change the venue to your cinema.

(COUGHS)

What?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I wanted to inform her.

Shit! I apologize, Private, of course you did.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

--What's the issue?

The Private wanted to inform
the mademoiselle himself.

Nonsense!

Until I ask my questions,
he has nothing to inform.

Let the record state, I have not agreed
to switch cinemas for my premiere.

Duly noted.

You have opera boxes?

(TRANSLATOR SPEAKING FRENCH)

Yes.

How many?

Two.

(TRANSLATES IN GERMAN)

More would be better.

(GOEBBELS SPEAKING GERMAN)

How many seats in your auditorium?

Three hundred and fifty.

(TRANSLATING IN GERMAN)

(SCOFFS)

That's almost four hundred less
than The Ritz.

--But Dr. Goebbels...

...that's not such a terrible thing.

You said yourself you didn't want to
indulge every two-faced French bourgeois...

...taking up space, currying favor.

With less seats, it makes the
event more exclusive.

You're not trying to fill the house,
they're fighting for seats.

Besides, to hell with the French.

This is a German night, a German event,
a German celebration.

This night is for you, me...

...for the German military,
the high command...

...their family and friends.

The only people who should
be allowed in the room...

...are people who will be moved by
the exploits on the screen.

I see your public speaking has improved.

It appears I've created a monster.

(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHING)

A strangely persuasive monster.

When the war is over, politics await.

Well, Private...

...though it is true,
I'm inclined to indulge you anything...

I must watch a film in this young lady's
cinema before I can say, yes or no.

So young lady, you are to close your
cinema for a private screening tonight.

(TRANSLATING IN FRENCH)

What German films do you have?

Ah, Landa, you are here.

(FREDRICK SPEAKING FRENCH)

Emmanuelle, this is Colonel Hans Landa
of the SS.

He'll be running the security
for the premiere.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Charmed, mademoiselle.

HANS: Au revoir, Shosanna!

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

And now I must get the Reich Minister
to his next appointment.

Slave driver.

French slave driver.

(LAUGHING)

(HANS SPEAKING GERMAN)

Actually, in my role as security chief
of this joyous

German occasion, I'm afraid I must...

...have a word with Mademoiselle Mimieux.

(FREDRICK SPEAKING GERMAN)

What sort of discussion?

(HANS SPEAKING GERMAN)

That sounded suspiciously like a Private
questioning the order of a Colonel.

Or am I just being sensitive?

(FREDRICK SPEAKING GERMAN)

Nothing could be further
from the truth, Colonel.

Your authority is beyond question.

But your reputation does precede you.

Should Mademoiselle Mimieux
or myself be concerned?

(GOEBBELS SPEAKING GERMAN)

Hans, the boy means no harm...

...he's simply smitten.

And he's correct. Your reputation
does precede you.

(HANS SPEAKING GERMAN)

No need for concern, you two. As security
chief, I simply need to have a chat...

...with the possible new venue's
property owner.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Have you tried the strudel here?

No, no.

It's not so terrible.

(CHUCKLES)

So how is it the young Private and
yourself came to be acquainted?

Yes, two strudels. One for myself and
one for the mademoiselle.

For me a cup of espresso
and for the mademoiselle...

...a glass of milk.

So, mademoiselle, you were
beginning to explain...?

Up until a couple of days ago, I had no
knowledge of Private Zoller...

...or his exploits.

To me...

...the Private was simply just a patron
of my cinema. We spoke a few times but--

--Mademoiselle, let me interrupt you.

This is a simple formality.

No reason for you to feel anxious.

I apologize, I forgot to order the cream.

--One moment.

Wait for the cream.

So, Emmanuelle.
May I call you Emmanuelle?

Oui.

So, Emmanuelle...

...explain to me...

...how does it happen, that a young lady
such as yourself, comes to own a cinema?

After you.

Verdict?

Like I said, not so terrible.

You were explaining the origin
of your cinema ownership.

The cinema originally belonged
to my aunt and uncle.

What are their names?

Jean-Pierre and Ada Mimieux.

Where are they now?

My uncle was killed during Blitzkrieg.

Pi'£Y-

Continue.

Aunt Ada passed away
from fever last spring.

Regrettable.

It's come to my attention you have a
Negro in your employ. Is that true?

Oui.

He is a Frenchman.

His name is Marcel.

He worked with my aunt and uncle
since they opened the cinema.

He's the only other one who works with me.

Doing what?

Projectionist.

Is he any good?

The best.

Actually, one could see where that
might be a good trade for them.

Can you operate the projectors?

Of course I can.

Knowing the Reich Minister as I do...

I'm quite positive...

...he wouldn't want the success
or failure of his illustrious evening...

...dependent on the prowess of a Negro.

So...

...if it comes to pass...

...we hold this event at your venue...

...talented no doubt,
as your Negro may be...

...you will...

...operate the projectors.

Is that acceptable?

Oui.

Cigarette?

They are not French.

They are German.

I did have something else
I wanted to ask you.

But right now, for the life of me,
I can't remember what it is.

Oh, well, must not have been important.

'Til tonight.

(GASPING)

(GOEBBELS SPEAKING GERMAN)

I must say, I appreciate the modesty
of this cinema.

Your cinema has real respect, almost
church like.

Not to say we couldn't spruce the
place up a bit.

Maybe I'll go to the Louvre,
pick up a few Greek nudes,

and scatter them about the lobby.

(LAUGHS)

So, Emmanuelle, how did
you like "Lucky Kids"?

(TRANSLATOR SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SHOSANNA SPEAKING FRENCH)

I quite like Lilian Harvey.

(GOEBBELS SPEAKING GERMAN)

Lilian Harvey!

Never mention that name again
in my presence!

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Hey...

...what the fuck are we supposed to do?

It looks like we're supposed
to have a Nazi premiere.

Like I said,
what the fuck are we supposed to do?

Well, I need to talk with you about that.

I'm confused, what are we talking about?

Filling the cinema with Nazis
and burning it down to the ground.

I'm not talking about that.

You are talking about that.

No, we're talking about that, right now.

If we can keep this place from burning
down by ourselves...

...we can burn it down by ourselves?

Oui, Shosanna, we could do that.

And with Madame Mimieux's
350 nitrate film print collection...

...we wouldn't even need explosives...

...would we?

(SCOFFS)

You mean we wouldn't need
any more explosives?

MALE NARRATOR: At that time,
35 millimeter nitrate film was so flammable

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

Hey, you can't bring those here
on a public vehicle.

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

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

MALE NARRA TOR: Because nitrate film
burns three times faster than paper.

Shosanna has a collection

of over 350 nitrate film prints.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I am going to burn down the cinema
on Nazi night.

And if I'm going to burn down the cinema...

...which I am...

...we both know, you're not
going to let me do it by myself.

Because you love me. And I love you.

And you're the only person on this earth
I can trust.

But that's not all we're going to do.

Does the filmmaking equipment in the attic
still work?

I know the film camera does.
How about the sound recorder?

Quite well, actually.

I recorded a new guitarist I met
in a cafe last week. It works superb.

Why do we need filmmaking equipment?

Because Marcel, my sweet...

...we're going to make a film.

Just for the Nazis.

Chapter Four

OPERATION KINO

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

MAN: 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.

That-a-boy, Lieutenant.
Make it yourself like a good chap, will you?

The bar is in the globe.

Something for yourself, sir?

Whiskey. 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.

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.

And the second one was called
Twenty-Four Frame da Vinci.

It's a sub textual film criticism study
of the work of German director G.W. Pabst.

- What should we drink to, sir?
- Well...

- Down with Hitler.
- All the way down, sir.

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 and 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, Gbring, 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?

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. 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 it from there.

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

It'll 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?

(CHUCKLING) The German movie star
is working for England?

Yes, for the last two years now.

One could even say that Operation Kino
was her brainchild.

Indeed.
- Got the gist?

I think so, sir. Paris when it sizzles.

The village of
Nadine

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

- I didn't know.
- You 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?

(LAUGHS)

Well, now that you put it like that,
I guess you do.

This Jerry of yours, Stiglitz,
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 all 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.
- Isn't that just dandy?

Look, she's not a military strategist.
She's just an actress.

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)

--So, I'm male...

...I'm a fictional,
literary character from the past...

...I'm American, and that's controversial.

No, it's not controversial at all.

The nationality of the author has nothing
to do with the nationality of the character.

The character is the character.

Hamlet is not British. He is Danish.

So yes, this character was born in America.

Well then.

(LAUGHING)

Mathilda.

Schnapps? Schnapps?

Schnapps...Schnapps...Schnapps.

(ORDERING IN GERMAN AND FRENCH)

Five schnapps, please.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

If I had a Wife...

...would she be called a squaw?

Yes!

He's got it.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Three more questions!

Is my blood brother Old Shatterhand?

Yes!

Did Karl May write me?

Yes!

So who are you?!

I am "Winnetou," chief of the Apaches!

Yes!

That was good! That was good!
That was good!

Now down with the glasses!

Cheers.

Cheers.

(MAN LAUGHING)

(FEMALE SERGEANT SPEAKING GERMAN)

Attention!

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Hello, my lovelies.

Take a seat.

I will join you in moments. I'm just saying
goodbye to my five new friends here.

No hurry, Frau von Hammersmark.
Take your time.

Enjoy yourself.
We'll be just over here waiting.

(SPEAKING FRENCH AND GERMAN)

Eric, my love.
Those are the friends I've been waiting for.

Please treat them to anything they like.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Frau von Hammersmark.
Your wish is my command.

Officers...

...it would appear
the drinks are on the fréulein.

- What would you like?
- Whiskey.

Two whiskeys.

- Three whiskeys.
- Three whiskeys, very well.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

I wish you a wonderful evening.

- Same to you.
- I thank you.

Your card!

Yes, you're right.

Let's see.

Genghis Khan!
I would never have gotten that.

But of course you would have!

Hello, darling.

How are you?

So good to see you.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN SOFTLY)

I thought this place was supposed to
have more French than Germans?

Yes, normally that's true.

The Sergeant over there's wife
just had a baby.

And his commanding officer gave him
and his mates the night off to celebrate.

We should leave.

No.

We should stay.

For one drink at least.

I've been waiting for you in a bar.

(CORK POPPING)

It would look strange if we left
before we had a drink.

She's right.
Just be calm and enjoy your whiskey.

Mmm.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Mathilda...

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

...come join us in the game.
Take Frau Hammersmark's place.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

She would love to play the game.

(ALL CHEERING)

I will translate...and protect.

Don't worry, pretty little thing.

If any of these wolves gets
out of line, I'll kick their ass in.

Watch.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Rip off his nose.

Stop it!

Schnapps, schnapps, take your
schnapps in hand, comrades.

Before we go on playing...

...we will drink.

We drink to our friend Wilhelm.

And his little boy...

...Maximilian.

(ALL TOASTING IN GERMAN)

- To Max!
- To Max!

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

There's some new development.

The cinema venue has changed.

VVhy?

No one knows but that should
not be a real problem.

The cinema it's been changed to
is considerably smaller than The Ritz.

So whatever explosives you brought for
The Ritz should be doubly effective here.

Now the next piece of information...

...is colossal.

Try not to overreact.

The fuhrer-

(STAMMERING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

...I was just thinking...

...could you sign an autograph
to my son on his birthday?

Of course. I'd love to, Wilhelm.

This handsome Staff Sergeant
just became a father today.

Congratulations.

(LAUGHING)

Thank you.

Do you know the name of this progeny yet?

I most certainly do,
fraulein. His name is Maximilian.

Maximilian, wonderful name.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Nothing but the best for little Maximilian.

(THAN KING IN GERMAN)

Max may not know who you are now but...

...he will. I will show him all of your movies.

Good.

He will grow up with your films and...

...this napkin on his wall.

I propose a toast
to the greatest actress in Germany!

There is no Dietrich! There is no Riefenstahll
Only Von Hammersmark!

- Cheers!
- Cheers!

- Cheers!

Once again-

(EXHALING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Frau Hammersmark,
what brings you to France?

None of your business!

Staff Sergeant.

You might not have worn out
your welcome with

the fréulein with your
drunken boorish behavior...

...but you have worn out
your welcome with me.

Might I remind you, Staff Sergeant,
you are an enlisted man.

This is an officer's table!

I suggest you stop pestering the fréulein...

...and rejoin your table.

Excuse me, Captain,
but your accent is very unusual.

Where are you from?

You must be either completely
drunk or mad to dare...

...to speak to a superior officer with
such impertinentness!

Staff Sergeant.

I'm making you and you responsible for him.

I suggest you take hold of your friend...

...or he'll spend Max's first birthday
in jail for public drunkenness.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

--Might I inquire?

(PHONOGRAPH CRACKLING)

Like our young
newly christened father here...

...I, too, have an acute ear for accents.

And like him...

...l, too, find yours odd.

From where do you hail, Captain?

Major, this is highly-

---I wasn't speaking to you,
Lieutenant Munich.

Or you either, Lieutenant Frankfurt.

I was speaking to
Captain I-don't-know-what.

I was born in a village that rests
in the shadow of the Piz Pal...

- The mountain?
- Yes.

In that village, we all speak like this.

Have you seen the Riefenstahl film?

- Yes.
- Then you saw me.

You remember the skiing torch scene?

Yes.

In that scene was myself, my father,
my sister and my two brothers.

My brother is so handsome...

...the director Pabst, gave him a Close-Up.

Herr Major, if my word means anything...

...I can vouch for everything
the young captain has just said.

He does hail from the bottom
of the Piz Palu.

He was in the film and his brother
is far more handsome than he.

(LAUGHING)

(ALL LAUGHING)

You should rejoin your friends.

May I Join you?

By all means.

Wunderbar!

So that's the source of your bizarre accent.

That's extraordinary.

What are you doing here?

Aside from having a drink
with the lovely fréulein?

Well, that pleasure requires no explanation.

I mean in country.

You're obviously not stationed in
France or I'd know who you are.

You know every German in France?

Worth knowing.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Well, there lies the problem.

We never claimed to be worth knowing.

All levity aside,
what are you doing in France?

Attending Minister Goebbels' film
premiere as the fréulein's escort.

You are the Fréulein Hammersmark's
escort.

Someone has to carry her lighter.

(CHUCKUNG)

(LAUGHING)

The captain is my date,
but all three are my guests.

We are old friends...

...who go back a long time.

(SIGHS)

Actually, longer than an actress
would care to admit.

Well, in that case...

...let me raise my glass to the
three luckiest men in the room.

I'll drink to that.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Queen Christina.

(HUMMING EXOTIC MELODY)

Mata Hari.

I must say...

...that game they're playing
looks like a good bit of fun.

I didn't join them
because you're quite right, Captain

An officer should not fraternize
with enlisted men.

But...

...seeing as we are all officers...

...and sophisticated lady friends of officers.

What say we play the game?

Yes, great, one game.

Wunderbar.

Soldiers...

...the cards.

Thank you.

So gentlemen...

...the object of the game is to...

...write the name of a famous
person on your card.

Real or fictitious, doesn't matter.

For instance, you could write,
Confucius or Doctor Fu Manchu.

Eric! More pens.

And they must be famous, not aunt Frida.

When you finish writing,
put the card face down on the table.

And move it to the person on your right-

--Thanks.

- The person to your left
moves his card to you.

You pick up the card without looking at it...

...lick the back...

...and stick it on your forehead.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHIP CRACKING)

(GRUNTS)

Write!

Write.

(VON HAMMERSMARK LAUGHING)

I'll start, give you the idea.

Am I German?

- No.
- No.

Am I American?

- No.
- No.

Wait a minute, he goes to

Obviously, he wasn't born in America.

So...I visited America, aye?

Yes.

Was this visit fortuitous?

Not for you.

My native land,
is it what one would call, exotic?

(VON HAMMERSMARK AND HICOX
SPEAKING GERMAN)

- Yes.
- Yes.

That could be either a reference
to the jungle or the Orient.

I'm going to let my first instinct take over
and ask. Am I from the jungle?

- Yes.
- Yes.

Now gentlemen, around this time you could
ask whether you're real or fictitious.

I, however, think that's too easy,
so I won't ask that yet.

Okay...

...my native land is the jungle...

...I visited America...

...but my visit was not fortuitous to me...

...but the implication is
that it was to somebody else.

When I went...

...from the jungle to America...

...did I go by boat?

- Yes.
- Yes.

Did I go against my will?

- Yes.
- Yes.

On this boat ride, was I in chains?

Yes.

When I arrived in America,
was I displayed in chains?

- Yes.
- Yes.

Am I the story of the Negro in America?

(HICOX SPEAKING GERMAN)

- No.

Well then I must be King Kong.

(LAUGHING)

Bravo!

Impressive.

Now, since I answered correctly, you
all need to finish your drinks.

Cheers.

Now, who is next?

Well, Major...

...I don't mean to be rude. But
the four of us are very good friends.

And we haven't seen each other
in quite a while.

So, Major...

...I am afraid...

...you are intruding.

I beg to differ, Captain.

It's only if the fréulein considers
my presence an intrusion...

...that I become an intruder.

How about it, Fréulein von Hammersmark?
Am I intruding?

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

I didn't think so.

It's simply the captain
is immune to my charms.

(LAUGHING)

I am just joking

Just joking. Of course I'm intruding

Allow me to refill your glasses, gentlemen,
and I will bid you and the fréulein adieu.

Eric has a bottle of
thirty-three-year-old whiskey.

From the Scottish Highlands.

What do you say, gentlemen?

You're most gracious, Major.

Eric! The thirty-three. And new glasses!

You don't want to contaminate the
thirty-three with the swill you were drinking.

How many glasses?

- Five.
- Not for me.

I like scotch, scotch doesn't like me.

Nor I. I'll stay with bubbly.

Three glasses.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(EXHALES)

(ERIC SPEAKING GERMAN)

Frau von Hammersmark.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Thank you.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

A thousand year German Reich!

- A thousand year Reich!
- A thousand year Reich!

(EXCLAIMS)

I must say I grow weary
of these monkeyshines.

Did you hear that?

That was the sound of my Walther.

Pointed right at your testicles.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Why do you have your Walther pointed
at my testicles?

Because you've just
given yourself away, Captain.

You're no more German than that scotch.

(BOTH SPEAKING GERMAN)

- Well, Major.
- Shut up slut.

You were saying?

I was saying that makes two of us.

I've had a gun pointed at your
balls since you sat down.

That makes three of us.

And at this range, I'm a real Fredrick Zoller.

Looks like we have
a bit of a sticky situation here.

What's going to happen, Major...

...you're going to stand up
and walk out that door with us.

--No, no, no, no, no, no.
I don't think so.

I'm afraid you and I...

...we both know, Captain...

...no matter what happens to anybody else
in this room...

...the two of us aren't going anywhere.

Too bad about Sergeant Wilhelm
and his famous friends.

If any of you expect to live,
you'll have to shoot them too.

Looks like little Max will grow up an orphan.

How sad.

Well, if this is it, old boy,

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

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 there's only
one thing left for you to do.

And what would that be?

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

(SCREAMING)

(PANTING)

(DOOR OPENING)

(GUN COCKING)

You outside. Who are you?

British? American?

What?

ALDO: We're American.

What are you?

I'm a German, you idiot.

ALDO: Speak English
pretty good for a German.

I agree.

So let's talk.

ALDO: 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!

ALDO: Okay! It wasn't your fault.

What's your name, soldier?

Wilhelm.

Now, is there anybody alive on our side?

- No.
- I'm alive!

(SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

ALDO: Who's that?

(GRUNTS)

ls the girl on your side?

ALDO: Which girl?

Who do you think? Von Hammersmark.

ALDO: Yeah, she's ours.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

ALDO: Is she okay?

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

ALDO: Wilhelm!

(SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

She's been shot.

But she's alive.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

ALDO: 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, Willi.

You go your way, we go ours.

And little Max gets to grow up
playing catch with his daddy.

So what do you say, Willi? We got us a deal?

Aldo.

ALDO: I'm here, Willi.

I want to trust you.

But...

But how can I?

ALDO: What choice you got, son?

Okay, okay.

Aldo,

I'm going to trust you.

Come down.

(SNIFFLES)

Hey, Willi, 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, 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 them down here, you're dead.

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

No trust, no deal.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

All right, Aldo.

Fine.

Just take that fucking traitor,
and get her out of my sight.

(BOTTLES CLATTERING)

(VON HAMMERSMARK GROANING)

Not so goddamn fast, doc.
Tell him to go play with his dogs.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(DOGS BARKING)

Before we yank that slug out you,
you need to answer a few questions.

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'd 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.

(EXCLAIMING)

Everybody needs to calm down.

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

You met the sergeant yourself. Willi.

You remember him, don't you?

Yeah, I remember him.

His wife had a baby tonight.
He had just become a...

He had just become a father!

His commanding officer gave him
and his mates the night off to celebrate.

(GROANS)

The Germans being there was either
a trap set by me or a tragic coincidence.

It couldn't be both.

(GRUNTING)

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.

(VON HAMMERSMARK BREATHING DEEPLY)

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've been suicide.

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 a red carpet anytime soon.

Least of all, by tomorrow night.

(DOGS BARKING)

However, there's something you don't know.

There've 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)

I've been rethinking my position...

...in regards to your Paris premiere
of "Nation's Pride."

As the weeks have gone on...

...and the Americans are on the beach...

...I do find myself thinking more and more...

...about this Private Zoller.

This boy has done something tremendous
for us.

And I'm beginning to think...

...my participation in this event
could be meaningful.

Fuck a duck!

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking getting a whack
at planting old Uncle Adolf

makes this horse 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?

(SNORTS)

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

He's going to 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?
You 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 the plan?

That's about it.

That sounds good.

It sounds like shit.
What else are we going to 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 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)

(CHUCKLES)

You've moved up in the world.

Look at you, Lieutenant First Class.

And with your record of insubordination.
Truly remarkable.

And that one's name is...

...Wilhelm Wicki.

He's an Austrian-born Jew, who
immigrated to the United States...

...when things began turning sour
for the Israelites.

They are the two German-born
members of the Basterds.

They've been known to don German
uniforms, to ambush squads.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

What brings you all the way out here?

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

But that doesn't look like this.

This is odd.

It would appear somebody's missing.

Somebody fashionable.

Everybody out!

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINES STARTING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

"To Max, with love."

Bridget von Hammersmark.

(KISSES)

(DRAMATIC ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Chapter Five

REVENGE OF THE GIANT FACE

Night of "NATION'S PRIDE" premiere

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Remember...in English.

Yes.

Action.

But how do we get it developed?

Only a suicidal idiot like us
would develop that footage.

And suppose someone would develop
the footage...

...how do we get a 35mm
print with a soundtrack?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

We find somebody who can develop
and process a 35mm print with a soundtrack.

And we make them do it...

or we kill them

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Bring that fucker over here!
Put his head down on that table.

You either do what the fuck we tell you...

...or I'll bury this ax
in your collaborating skull.

(MAN SPEAKING FRENCH)

I'm not a collaborator.

Marcel, do his wife and children know you?

Yes.

Then after we kill this dog
for the Germans...

...we'll go and silence them.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Jannings, come on, show the ring.

Come on, come on. There you go!

Fredrick, have a look at it. This is
the highest artistic honor that I give.

- Herr Doctor, I'm also feeling very honored.
- You deserve it, my dear Jannings!

But I believe after the premiere today,
we have a new candidate.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Ah, Emmanuelle...

...I'd like you to meet the
greatest actor in the world...

...Emil Jannings.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Mademoiselle, I'm pleased to meet you.

You have a beautiful cinema.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Thank you, Hermano.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Fréulein von Hammersmark.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Colonel Landa, it's been years.

Dashing as ever, I see.

So what's happened to your lovely leg?

A by-product of kicking ass in
the German cinema, no doubt.

Save your flattery, you old dog.

I know too many of your former conquests
to fall into that honey pot.

Seriously, what happened?

Well, I tried my hand,
foolishly I might add...

...at mountain climbing.

(LAUGHING)

And this is the result.

Mountain climbing?

That's how you injured your leg
-mountain climbing?

Believe it or not, yes it is.

(LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY)

Forgive me, fréulein. I don't mean to
laugh at your misfortune.

It's just mountain climbing?

I'm curious, fréulein,
what could have ever compelled

you to undertake
such a foolhardy endeavor?

Well, I shan't be doing it again,
I can tell you that.

That cast looks as fresh
as my old Uncle Gustav.

When were you climbing this mountain,
last night?

Very good eye, Colonel.

It happened yesterday morning.

And where in Paris is this mountain?

No, I'm just teasing you, fréulein.

You know me, I tease rough.

So, who are your three
handsome escorts?

I'm afraid neither three speak
a word of German.

They're friends of mine from Italy.

This is a wonderful Italian
stuntman, Enzo Gorlomi.

A very talented cameraman,
Antonio Margheriti.

And Antonio's camera assistant
Dominick Deoocco.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Gentlemen, this is an old friend,
Colonel Hans Landa of the SS.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Hello.

Gentlemen, it's a pleasure...

...the friends of our cherished star,
admired by all of us,

this outright jewel of our culture...

...are naturally going to be under my personal
protection for the duration of their stay.

Thank you.

Gorlomi?

Am I saying it correctly?

Yes - 'er, correct.

Gorlomi?

Say it for me once please...?

Gorlomi.

I'm wry, again...?

Gorlomi.

Once more...?

(SOFTLY) Gorlomi.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

What's your name again...?

Antonio Margheriti.

Again...?

Margheriti.

One more time, but let me
really hear the music in it!

Margheriti.

HANS: Margheriti.

And you...?

Dominick Decocco.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Dominick Decocco.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Well, my two cameraman friends
need to find their seats.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Let me see your tickets.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

I suppose you getting premiere tickets

for your friends wouldn't be
the most difficult thing...

...for a star of your status.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

0023 and 0024.

That shouldn't be too difficult to find,
goodbye.

(ALL SAYING GOODBYE IN ITALIAN)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Ooh la la, Danielle Darrieux.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I have to go down and socialize
with these Hun pigs.

Let's go over it again.

Reel one is on the first projector.

Reel two...

...is on the second.

The third one is on the spool.

And the fourth one is ready to go.

Okay, the big sniper battle
in the film...

...begins around the middle
of the third reel.

Our film comes in on the fourth reel.

Somewhere towards the end
of the third reel...

...go down and lock the doors
of the auditorium.

Then take your place behind the
screen and wait for my cue.

Then burn it down.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Take your seats.

The show is about to begin.

Everybody, please take your seats.
The show is about to begin.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

We'll see you later.

(HANS SPEAKING GERMAN)

Not so fast.

A glass of champagne...

...to toast "Nation's Pride."

(TOASTING)

My fréulein, may I have a word
with you in private?

Certainly.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Excuse us.

(USHER CONTINUES
ANNOUNCING IN GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Have a seat, my fréulein.

May I?

Mademoiselle Mimieux allowed me...

...to set up camp in her office
for the time being.

Let me see your foot.

I beg your pardon?

Put your foot in my lap.

Hans, you embarrass me.

(GASPS SOFTLY)

Could you please reach into
the right pocket of my coat...

...and give me what you find in there.

May I?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

What's that American expression?
"If the shoe fits, you must wear it."

(CHUCKLES)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

What now, Colonel?

(HANS EXCLAIMING)

(VON HAMMERSMARK GRUNTING)

(VON HAMMERSMARK SIGHS)

(HANS PANTING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

The guy in the white smoking jacket.

ALDO: Fucking shithead.
Faggot fuck. Fuck you!

Bunch of shithead fuck.

Fuck you, too!

Goddamn Nazi farts, sons of bitches!
Get your hands off me.

You fucking bratwurst-smelling...
God damn you! Get off!

Hmm.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Clever.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

I informed the Fuhrer that the
audience has taken their seats.

He should arrive any minute.

Thank you, Hans.

ALDO: You Jerry-banging,
Limburg-smelling...

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Let go.

As Stanley said to Livingstone,
Lieutenant Aldo Raine, I presume?

Hans Landa.

(TRUCK ENGINE STARTING)

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.

Caught you flinching.

ALDO: Touch me again,
Kraut-burger.

ALDO: Utivich?
UTMCH: Is that you, Lieutenant?

ALDO: Yeah.

UTMCH: Do you know
what happened to Donny?

Omar?

- The woman?
- ALDO: 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 is on the other foot."
Yeah, I was just thinking that.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

You may leave us.

But stay alert outside.

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?

(SNORTS)

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 were in real life.

I mean, you're a little fellow,
but not circus-midget little,

as your reputation would suggest.

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 paesanos,
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.

Double-zero 23 and double-zero 24,
if my memory serves.

Explosives still around their ankles,
still ready to explode.

And your mission,
some would call a 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 is 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 going to take
them boys without setting off them bombs.

I have no doubt.

And, yes, some Germans will die.
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 Géring,
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 Géring 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.

I'm betting for...

OSS would be my guess.

(EXCLAIMS)

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?
Yeah! Make a deal.

Over there is a very capable
two-way radio and sitting behind it

is a more than capable radio operator
named Hermano.

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?

(PEOPLE ON FILM SHOUTING)

(GUNFIRE)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SCREAMING)

MAN: I implore you.
We must destroy that tower.

Sarge, that tower...

MAN: The tower stands!

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Gum?

Psst! Psst!

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

It's time.

I should go lock the auditorium and
take my place behind the screen.

(GUNFIRE)

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

HANS: 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)

I informed the Fuhrer that the
audience has taken their seats.

He should arrive any minute.

Thank you, Hans.

By the way, that last part is 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?

I look forward to seeing you
face to face as well, sir.

Lieutenant Raine? Right here.

Yes, sir.

GENERAL: 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 man 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.

(GUNFIRE)

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Herr Dr. Goebbels, excuse me.
Could I go out for a moment?

Perfectly understandable, my boy.

You go now,
and we'll see you after the show.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(CHIMING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Who is it?

Fredrick!

Shit.

Are you the manager of this cinema?
I want my money back.

That actor in the movie stinks.

What are you doing here?

I came to visit you.

Can't you see how busy I am?

Then allow me to lend an assist.

Fredrick, it's not funny, you can't be here.

This is your premiere,
you need to be out there with them.

Normally, you would be right.

And for all the other films I do...

...I intend to endure evenings like tonight,
in the proper spirit.

However, the fact remains...

...this film is based on my military exploits.

And in this case,
my exploits consisted of killing many men.

Consequently, the part of
the film that's playing now...

...I don't like watching this part.

- I am sorry, Fredrick, but
- So, I thought...

...I'd come up here and do what I do best...

...annoy you.

And from the look on your face,
it would appear I haven't lost my touch.

Are you so used to
the Nazis kissing your ass...

...you've forgotten what the word
"no" means?

No...you can't be here!

Now go away!

Fredrick, you hurt me.

Well, it's nice to know
you can feel something.

Even if it's just physical pain.

I'm not a man you say, "go away" to.

There's over three hundred dead bodies
in Italy,

that if they could, would testify to that!

After what I've done for you...

...you disrespect me at your peril!

Lock the door.

What?

Lock the door.

We don't have much time.

Time for what?

(SIGHS)

Forget it!

--No, no, no...wait.

You want me to...lock the door?

For the fifty-seventh time, yes.

(GUNFIRE ON FILM)

(GROANS)

(FREDRICK MOANS)

(SCREAMS)

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

- Can you do it?
- I have to.

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Champagne?

(GUNSHOT)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING)

(LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Extraordinary my dear, simply extraordinary!

This is your finest film yet.

Thank you, my Fuhrer

Thank you.

Who wants to send a message to Germany?

I have a message for Germany.

That you are all going to die.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Enough! Stop it!

Turn off the projector!

And I want you to look deep into the face
of the Jew who's going to do it!

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

I don't know what's going on.
That does not belong in my movie!

Marcel, burn it down.

Oui, Shosanna.

(LAUGHING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

My name is Shosanna Dreyfus,

and this is the face

of Jewish vengeance.

(SHOSANNA LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

These are the American lines, Colonel sir.

Excellent, Hermano.

HANS: Hermano, 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.

Is that really necessary?

I'm a slave to appearances.

(GUNSHOT)

Scalp Hermano.

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!

Nah, 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 are going to 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 going to have to take it off.

So,

I'm going to give you
a little something you can't take off.

(HANS SCREAMING)

You know something, Utivich?

I think this just might be my masterpiece.