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CHRISTMAS 1941

Midnight.

In his castle of Stargard,
Pomerania,

Captain von Stegel
of the 15th armoured division,

is about to leave once again
his mother, wife and son.

It's his third war Christmas.
What is his destination?

He doesn't know it yet.

At the same time in London,

a British family introduces
the Christmas pudding

to corporal Théo Dumas, from
the 1st Free French Division.

Corporal Théo Dumas
is distracted.

He thinks about his bistro
in Montmartre,

with his European champion's
gloves hanged behind the bar.

In Ablis, west of Paris.

A grandmother says goodbye
to her grandson.

He's off to England.

Franlkois Gensac isn't a warrior.

He's 30 and he's always
gotten bored.

He's hoping for a change.

A small boat is taking eight men
out of France.

They have different reasons
for leaving occupied France.

This medical extern got only one
but it's good enough:

His name is Samuel Goldmann.

At Bayonne's prison,
people are thinking.

There's a lot of thinking going
on in prison on Christmas Eve.

This man is mostly thinking
about his escape,

or else
he'll be executed in two days.

TAXI FOR TOBRUK

10 months later, in Libya,

inside Tobruk

occupied by Rommel's troops.

What the fuck are they doing?

Come on, let's go.

Everybody down!

Come on, quickly!

It's as if the lieutenant
knew he wouldn't make it.

Was he bashed up a lot?

You know what funeral oration
he wanted:

Muscatel in Pleurnel,
but we're not there yet.

I know,
I strayed from the road,

but I got us out
of the mess, though.

And I guarantee we'll be
in El Alamein tonight!

If you keep going, corporal,
and if my notes are right...

we're not heading to El Alamein.

And he's got stripes
on his jacket!

Do you want them?

How far did we stray?

We're actually
rushing to the South Pole.

Come on, slow down with that!

We just have
to change direction.

We've got petrol,
water and meat.

We're 700 km from our lines
and we can do 1000.

Yes, if we forget planes, tanks,
land mines and other trifles!

If a superior invites you for
a ride, my friend, just enjoy it

or you'll end up under arrest.

And don't look surprised
if you ever get your ass kicked.

Hey...

Is that thing over there
on the map?

No, it's not.

Morons.

And what about that one?

It's maybe a friend.

- Don't touch that.
- You bet!

Don't touch that, God dammit!

If it's a Kraut,
let him think we're Krauts too.

They've got British cars too.
Cool it, take it easy!

- We've got a brain with us!
- That's for sure.

Don't screw it.

- Messersmith 109.
- It doesn't turn left

and apparently
has messy machine-guns.

I got him!
- I got my Kraut, guys!

Jesus, everybody out!

The radio and water!

The Kraut won't make it
to Tobruk.

I'd rather not answer to you.

Dumb people like you
should wear a sign.

You'd deserve
the council of war.

- I hear people.
- Try to catch the base.

And you, get our position.

In three hours,
a plane could be here,

if Mr. Idiot doesn't shoot him.

We can copy but not transmit.

The oscillator's burnt
and we don't have a spare.

- How's that?
- We didn't bring one.

Christ! What's wrong with you?

So we're gonna croak because
you didn't bring a spare one?

That's a bit rich!
That really is!

- What's wrong with your leg?
- It's nothing, just a burn.

It looks bad.

Put your hanky on it
to keep it away from the flies.

You know, flies...

Now or later...

You're not trying any more?

You don't give a shit, do you?

- What were you saying?
- We were talking about flies.

What?

Do you know how it is
to die of thirst, general?

I studied it, it's really neat.

First, your tongue will swell.

Swallowing will become painful.

Then will come hearing troubles
and vision troubles.

It's the standard progression.

Spasms will come later,
just before agony.

That's when flies attack.

How about changing the subject?

Why? It's appropriate
and I'm a doctor.

That's funny.

I often thought about death.
Mine, of course.

I used to picture it around 70,

with an add
in the medical magazine.

Doctor Samuel Goldmann
died of a heart failure.

And I'm gonna die here
of thirst, like a geranium.

Is that it? Get up!

If you forgot something,
you'll tell us on the way.

Don't you think
it's the end of the road?

We've got no car and no water.

- We'll make it.
- How?

Walking!

Your feet will be big like this!

Feet, tongue, spasms...
Spare us!

- You'll see!
- If I can't walk, I'll crawl!

I'll get through those 700 km!

- Will you?
- I will!

And even if I don't, we can
only find help by walking!

Then walk, but without me!

We'll both give up, you'll see.
We're all gonna give up.

Go ahead: give up!

I heard that so many times:
"Give up, Dudu."

And the other guy always lost.

- Boxing is not the same.
- It is!

We've got two options:
croak here or walk.

- I'm walking, so will you!
- No.

Sorry, corporal, I wasn't
a hussar for 11 months

-to end up a foot soldier.
- Meaning?

Just this:

I accept to die but with
the least effort possible.

I'm gonna stay here,

smoke my last cigarettes
and wait.

I'll let you crawl on the sand,
your tongue panting.

The flies will find me seated.

Come on, my brave men!

I'd rather die
for the desert's fertilization.

"Tomorrow on the tombs,
the wheat will look better,"

like the poet said.

Gensac was a name
and now it's gonna be a brand,

a fertilizer brand.

Colonialism is changing.

And they call that a commando!
The orators commando!

Let's go,
they're pissing me off.

- Dudu!
- Shit!

Dudu!

Doctor, I think the Neanderthal
man is screwing us.

A walking brute goes further
than two seated highbrows.

Dudu...

Are we stopping because of me?

Him?

It's not because of someone.

Théo...

I can't any more.

Do as I do:
think about something else.

Do you think those tracks
lead somewhere?

Yes.

That's the only thing
we should think of.

I've got hearing troubles:
I hear music.

Me too.

Don't you?

I've got lazy ears.

But if you both hear music,
that means there is!

Leave that!

Guys, that's the last metro.

We either go back with it
or we don't go back at all.

- Which one do you pick?
- The one facing us.

I'm taking the one that...

- And you?
- I don't care.

- The one on the right.
- Fine with me.

- You take the one in the middle.
- Yes.

Don't screw it up, guys,
there will be no second sitting.

- Ready?
- Ready.

No!

Hurry up, scumbag!

They'd piss less if they
weren't drinking so much.

Wait, I lost mine.

Now, for Christ's sake!

There's one more, guys!

You'd better hurry up!

Come on, cool it!

-"Hauptmann" means "captain"?
- Ja.

Ludwig von Stegel, 1912...

Hey guys...

He's terrific!

Do you think they'll let me
take him home?

You hurt?

He wanted to play
with his radio.

It was to be expected.

Ask him
who he was speaking with.

Don't mind us, Her Hauptmann.

Are we bothering you?

Because La Haye's agreements
are protecting you...

Ask him
if he has friends around.

I had those ones.

You'll obtain
no information from me.

But you can yap in French,
bitch!

I don't yap, I speak.

If I may suggest you, captain...

If you want to be ironic,
talk to the corporal:

he won't touch you, you're not
in the same weight division.

But that one will kick your ass.

In a blink.

He won't, but we need your word
that you won't try to escape.

The laws of war allow me to give
you my word and not keep it.

OK.

But as we have 700 km to do
together, I want it to be clear.

If it goes well,
I'll hand you to the police.

If you try something sneaky,
I'll plug you.

Those are two promises.

What means "something sneaky?"

OK...

We have mechanical work to do.

You two, tell me how much water
and petrol we've got.

We're carrying the Tanganyika:
at least 30 L of water.

Tanganyika or not,
draw up the rationing.

We just came out of rationing!

It's 30 L for five,
don't figure on having a bath!

Did you say for five?

I can see only four of us.

Where is the fifth?

He'll drink and eat
the same as us.

Otherwise, plug him now.

Go ahead, we're looking at you!

What are you waiting for?
Go ahead!

Excuse-me, Father.

I didn't know
I had joined the Salvation Army.

I'm loving it!

I'm loving it!

I'm a Jew.

What does it mean?

- I thought you spoke German?
- I didn't learn it in a garage.

It'd be faster if we asked him.

If you're in a hurry to look
like a sucker, I've got time.

Stop it, they love to show
how brave they are anyway.

Hop in. Us French
don't shoot our prisoners.

For sure,
we don't have much of them.

Gentlemen... The bar is open.

The container's opaqueness
allowing to cheat,

don't forget God is watching.

- Drink, I'll take the wheel.
- Veterans first.

Here.

We're drinking too much, guys.

- You can skip your turn.
- I'd rather have a distension.

You could say thank you.

I can put 20 more L,
should I fill it up?

Yes, then come help me
with the meal.

I should also handle technical
matters, but I do everything...

- Is it the same for you?
- Sometimes.

- Are you coming from El Alamein?
- Yeah.

Without an officer?

We had one.

During the shootings,
he wasn't hiding in the car.

At what age do they start
giving you your pension?

Can't you change the record?

Why? They started it.
And I have plenty more to say.

It looks bad.

You could use an antiseptic.

I'll clean it anyway.

- I'd hate being amputated.
- Don't talk crap.

It'd annoy me because of tennis.

- Do you play tennis?
- I didn't have time.

Grant, examination,
internship...

I was a hard-working boy.

Careful, deserving...

Revolting.

But I only had two options:
doctor or fixing old cauldrons.

From father to son,
the Goldmann are tin workers.

If your grandfather
isn't a banker,

what's the use of being a Jew?

- Does it hurt when I press?
- You bet it does.

How stupid
we don't have Mercurochrome!

You know
you're allowed screaming.

You can count on me for that.

You know what they say in Cairo?

When you find a dead body
you can't identify,

check his pockets: if there's
a can opener, he's British.

If there's a bottle opener,
he's French.

How could I know?

- If it were me,

- I'd have been bawled out...
- What?

Nothing. I didn't talk to you.

By the way, Sam,
you could also check his hand.

His hand?

It's better to be cautious,
joints are fragile.

We never know.

Here you go.

I want to take you back
in good shape.

You're doing a great job.

Let's see this hand.

- It's not broken.
- What do you think?

- I didn't use all my strength.
- Of course not!

Now that you're feeling better,
to the radio!

Yes, sir.

I'd like our guys
to know what's going on.

- Is that grub ready or what?
- Hold on.

I'm starving, guys.

$0?

- It's worst than last night.
- Just keep trying.

Hey, listen!

"Violent combats are on.

"The statement transmitted by
the Cairo this morning says that

"the 8th army,
with the help of the air force,

"launched a general offensive
last night from El Alamein...

"Allied air forces

"have kept bombing intensively
the enemy airfields

"in the combat area.

"People in informed circles
expected for long

"a large scale allied offensive
in Egypt.

"Commandos had been raiding
for a few days

"the enemy depots in Tobruk
and Benghazi.

"The decisive battle is on.

"At the time we're transmitting,

"Rommel's forces are
drawing back everywhere."

Let's call them, they'll care
for us after the war.

I want a closer look on this.

- Weren't you hungry?
- Not any more.

I'll get the compass.
You come with me.

I heard the situation's
not good for you. It'll pass...

Everyone on board.
En route to El Alamein.

Halt!
If you don't mind...

The wounded first.

We've been suffering,
we have rights over you.

- Step in, my dear colleague.
- You really have some nerve!

That's how things are:

Soon, just any scratch
will be convertible into cash.

What's wrong?

The news are good.
I mean, for you.

Yeah.

We're getting closer to home.

Is there someone
waiting for you?

Are you married?

- Any children?
- Yes.

So you're a father.

I'm a son.

I'm meeting my dad.

Yeah. Right now,
my dear father is in Vichy.

Legality is running
into his veins.

If the Chinese invaded us,
he'd become a mandarin.

If the niggers were taking over,
he'd stick a bone in his nose.

If the Greeks...

Let's skip that one...

So depending on
how things will turn out,

I'll be the Gaullist delinquent
or the purifier hero.

You're swerving to the south!

- You asked me to.
- It's their shitty compass!

- Ours is better.
- So what,

you guide me as you feel anyway.

Halt!

- What did you say?
- Halt.

Why halt?

- Stop, if you prefer.
- I don't prefer anything,

I'm the one who says
when to stop.

You won't reach
El Alamein like this.

You're gonna get stuck
in the soft sand.

- Soft sand yourself.
- Let him talk.

May I?

We have to by-pass this zone.

We have to do an
Like this.

- Then let's do it.
- It's a 100-km detour.

We'll run out of petrol.

I don't see a solution.

What would you do
if you were in my shoes?

I am not in your shoes.

But I know that...

I would go here.
Siva's oasis.

You'll find all the water
and petrol you want.

- And your buddies.
- You have some nerve.

- He's a funny one.
- We had Siva's control yesterday

but today...?

Radio Cairo said we are
drawing back everywhere.

If you don't trust
your own information...

Captain von Stegel,

you really think we're morons.

We can take you directly
to Tobruk if you prefer.

What floor do you live on?
I'll also run you a bath.

Come on, Sammy, step on it.
El Alamein is straight ahead.

- Don't let the engine heat up.
- I'm spinning.

Use the intermediates.
Didn't I teach you that?

Yes, sir, you did. Take
the wheel if you can do better.

- You'll get stuck in the sand.
- I can stop if you want.

That moron's gonna get us stuck.

I was sure this would happen,
didn't I?

- Me too.
- Go backwards.

Easy on the pedal.
Just caress it!

Get off and change
the gearwheels if you want.

I must love war
to make it with that!

To your shovels, gentlemen!

We need to know what's under.

Soft sand.

You speak German,
tell him to fuck off for me.

What about taking a shovel?

- No.
- It could make you tired?

That's not the point.

No French officer prisoner
is forced to work.

As an officer, I just ask
to implement an admitted rule.

Somebody needs
a good kick in the ass.

- He's right: he doesn't have to.
- And me?

You're not a prisoner,
so you dig!

I could use some water.

Same here.

Come on, guys,
that's the laborers' round.

Special service.

Is it cool?

Like a southern rosé.
Maybe a bit too iced.

I'm not sure what La Haye's
agreements are for this,

but I'll check it out
when we arrive.

Maybe a retroactive round
will come.

Regulations are regulations.

Come on guys,
we're almost there.

Push!

Come on.

It won't start.

Let's do it again.

How much does it use?

30 L.

- It's enough for half the way.
- I know that!

If we go to Siva, we bump into
his friends. And straight,

we run out of petrol.
There's no way out.

Having tasted what
dying slowly is,

I'd like to try something new.

- You'll be spoiled!
- It could be.

Well...

Maybe God will help us since
we represent civilization,

I think he'd rather help
big armies than small ones,

so we'd better
not expect too much.

Yeah...

But Siva isn't that big
and we first need to find it.

We're doing you a favor
so how about guiding us?

My pleasure.

Come on, guys, let's go.

Who's that?

Would you mind going
at the back?

Keep an eye on him.

Not like this, here.

Do we hook on the wagon?

Yeah.

But don't be overzealous.

We must land on it
like in candy floss.

"Hello ladies and gents,
we're just passing through."

- OK?
- Yes.

Let's go.

Your road is a bit busy for me.

Do you know a better one?

What I dislike
is their military police.

You know, they just have
the same one we have.

Some are really twisted.

They'll be there
if you're pilfering.

- Slow down.
- Will you make up your mind?

- There are motorcyclists.
- You think they'll fine us?

- Let them pass.
- What if they stop?

Then we'll see.

What are we doing?

You don't plan to take off,
do you? Then drive.

See what I see, big chief?

Dammit, it's Samuel!

So they busted you too?

- Samuel, you don't recognize me?
- Hurry up!

What a bloody moron!

Is he recovering?

Slowly.

- Théo...
- Yeah?

Did you notice I didn't touch
a single hair of his head?

You speak of
La Haye's agreements...

But it's the second time
you knock him out!

Feeling better?

Help him walk a bit, but hurry,
there's no time to waste.

Don't take it personally, Théo's
a brute born from the war.

In medical terms,
they call that a paranoiac,

in military terms, a corporal.

- Is that brandy?
- Three stars.

- Show me that.
- No, no...

You took the car from
the German army: it's war.

But the bottle is mine.

It's maybe time to give him
another wallop.

Where did you steal that?

I bought it.

When's the last time
you went to Paris?

A year ago.

I transited there
three months ago.

I hope you enjoyed it.

How about
changing the subject?

Why? It's instructive.

A nice garrison town, isn't it?

"Very pleasure,
promenade, pretty lady..."

I lived two years
in a student residence

across Montsouris Park.

The left bank has nothing
except for the stadium.

At night, I used to go eat
on Mr. Leprince street.

- At the Chinese's?
- At Adéle's.

Is the tour over?

I've been listening to this
Paris crap for two years:

the cheap bistros,
the bars, and so on...

Soon, one of you is gonna show
a metro ticket and pictures.

That's history for me.
No more Paris and that's that.

You're being insensitive
to nostalgia.

I don't live in the past like
other pussies and crayfishes do.

- Bravo!
- I'm glad to hear that!

Scratch a boxer
and a philosopher comes out!

There's a sleeping Plato
in every Dud...

Do you know
what Plato is telling you?

That's how friendly
noncommissioned officers

and privates are.

We share joys and sorrows.
We share everything...

...but the brandy.

And they're supposed
to be out of equipment...

- What are we doing?
- We move. Come on.

Do you really want to stay here?

It's the beginning of the end.

We've got 200 L
of petrol with us!

Everybody down!

After you.

They're bombarding from high,
they must be Canadians.

Those morons are gonna
dump one of these on us!

Don't insult them,
they're our allies.

Don't try to run,

that would be stupid.

Don't worry, Dudu, we're here.

So...

...it's not only
about making prisoners...

- We could use a coachbuilder.
- Let's just hope it starts.

- Shit, my beret.
- I'll get it.

Listen to this...

Remind me to
buy myself a Mercedes.

Special service
for the laborers.

- Here.
- Hurry up!

Are you sure
you can hold your liquor?

Get off by this side.

Slowly.

If it overturns,
we won't be able to put it back

on its wheels.

Look at this...

Maybe I can handle this.

Fine.

Hold here.

Here!

While you maneuver it
we'll prop it up.

- With what?
- With that!

If it overturns, we get crushed!

Who's fault is it, Mr. Driver?

I wouldn't say anything
if I were you.

Ready?

Come on!

Stop, it's OK.

Stop!

He's running away,
shoot the tires!

- With what?
- How many times have I told you

never to get out of the car
without a weapon?

Give him yours, then.

Come closer, gentlemen.
Hands on your neck.

- We look smart.
- Who's fault is it?

"Who's fault is it?"

I should have done it.

He shouldn't have
overturned the car.

"It's not me, it's him."
You're worst than kids.

"Concord between the French has
never been as needed as today."

- Come on, not today!
- Fine.

I said hands on your neck.

Don't you understand French?

Take the front seats.

Corporal, you take the wheel.

On your neck.

En route to Tobruk.

- Where's this gonna lead?
- To Tobruk. Fourth floor.

I'm sorry, corporal,
I can't wait to take a bath.

Don't answer, just drive.

Yes.
I can't watch the four of you.

- Corporal...
- What?

Tell him there's no grenade
under the seat.

What would I do with a grenade?

I don't know
but don't do anything stupid.

I think we're stuck in the sand.

I couldn't have done
better myself.

Get out. All of you.

Dig.

No.

You won't drink anything before.

We don't care,
we're not thirsty.

Good.

- I'm not in a hurry.
- Neither are we.

Step back.

A southern rosé.

Don't you want some?

Good night!

Hey, Captain!

En route.

If someone told me there
were snails in the desert...

Not as good as the gray ones,
but OK.

No one can contest that
you're a good person to know.

It's true: ace driver, chef...

What did you do
in civilian life?

I never was a civilian.

Since '39, you military people
haven't be idle.

- Since '38.
- You think it's funny?

Very

I think like him.

An officer who doesn't like
to fight is a crook.

You battle while saying
everyday how stupid it is.

- You should have stayed home.
- That's a funny one!

You're a professional soldier,
but I didn't ask to come.

So what?
You didn't have to answer.

Sammy, help me out,
I'm done with him.

Personally, the best part of war
is the victory parade.

The boring part
is everything before.

We should cash our enlistment
money and parade right after.

- Can I ask you something?
- Of course.

If you don't like war,

why sign treaties with countries
that always fight war?

Sign a treaty with Switzerland
or Luxembourg.

My dear Ludwig,
you don't know the French.

Our freedom complex
goes back to 1789.

That's why we slaughtered
half of Europe.

Ever since Napoleon
crushed Poland,

we've refused to let
anyone else do it.

It would make us feel
frustrated.

You hadn't talked nonsense
in a while.

I had missed it.

Yet I went to Norway
because of the Polish.

You were in Narvik?

Nice little seafront.

- I know it very well.
- Is that from there?

Yes.

The only things I brought back
were frostbites.

From Narvik, I went to England
instead of going home.

I'm still wondering why...

If you want him as a friend,

pretend you believe
it was patriotism.

- It was ambition.
- The petty bourgeois mind.

You won't get me like this,
you bunch of dummies.

And there's the double pay.

For the noncommissioned officers
it's not bad.

The more it last,
the more he makes.

It won't be OK if you start
speaking dough, guys.

I'm the only one
who'll end up sunk by all this.

- How's that?
- You know it perfectly.

Ludwig doesn't.

You know I'm not
a professional soldier.

I had a job you don't do for
long and it was my last years.

When I think that 15 days
before the declaration of war,

I was supposed to box
with Gustav Rudin.

Only 15 days before
and on top of the bill.

- On top of the bill!
- Perfectly, on top of the bill.

And they would have had
to add more chairs.

That's what I left behind,

only to get my ass kicked
in the fjords!

It'd have been the same
in the ring.

- It was a piece of cake.
- Really?

The fight was fixed.

Aren't they a bit dumb, captain?

- We're having a good laugh.
- Yes...

Here, have another one.

Shit.

It seems some were
in trouble here.

It's no longer a minefield,
it's a fairground.

Anyway we've been through this
on the way, we'll do it again

on the way back.

- Who drove first?
- I did.

Then it's you again.
Let's go!

That's a good one.

The first time we had marks,
and a map.

- Where is it then?
- In Tobruk...

With the lieutenant.

Boys, I'm OK to try,
but I can't guarantee anything.

Because the landscape
is pretty different.

Believe me.

There's no hurry
to blow ourselves up!

Take your time,
we're not in a hurry.

Anyway, they'll say
we've been sightseeing.

If anyone dares to tell me that!

Do you mind?

He's actually a good guy.

I know. What can I do about it?

You were right.

At war, we should always kill
before getting acquainted.

Let me sit, Dud...

Look at the specialist.

You love that, don't you?

I'll never get used
to land mines.

I'd like to know who's the idiot
who invented them.

Leonardo da Vinci.

I'm lost. Some marks are gone.
I don't recognize the place.

- No, you can remember!
- I'm telling you I'm lost!

I'm lost, I can't help it.

There's only one solution.

To go back in our tracks.

And go around the minefield.

Why?

Are you afraid?

Yes.

Thanks.

No...

Don't touch.

How far is the other road?

It's a 120 km detour.

Let's get back to it.

Don't worry: you'll be in
the hospital in an hour.

And us, in the shower.

Oh shit, I forgot...

What can we do?

We could suggest him for
the Cross of War.

Let's go.

How far is El Alamein?

About 15 km.

Stop.

He needs an injection,
otherwise he won't make it.

What would you do if
you were in my shoes?

What you're going to do.

Take Francois to the hospital.

Yes but...

And you?

This situation is so stupid.

You already said
he's a good guy.

So now what, you want
to let him go?

But we could think it over...

Here's an idea:

While we drop Franl3ois
at the hospital,

he could get away
from our watch.

It's only an idea.

What does it mean clearly?

It means I'm fed up of all
those military codes of conduct!

Is it clear enough?

- Say, Ludwig...
- Yes.

I think Dudu is gonna hate you,
he can't deal with problems.

My case is not a problem.

To me either,
but have a look at them!

Dudu forgets
his frostbites from Narvik,

the other, his years in prison.

But I don't forget anything.

I'm the nasty one,
the spiteful one.

I don't like being a cuckold.

When I read Hegel,
you were on "My kempf".

The French always
are a book too late.

That's why I'll sort
good and bad German later,

with a clear head.

But as long as it'll be under
a kepi, I'll stick to clichés.

When you have a prisoner,
you keep him.

Exactly.

We were five, we come back five.

I don't want to bother you...

...but I don't think
you'll be five for long.

You're in Dr. Goldmann's hands,

so don't speak
of what you don't know.

You'll be on your feet
in one week.

And you'll screw your nurse
in two weeks.

First, we'll put you
in a great room.

And after?

I wanted to be put under
the Arch of Triumph.

Too bad there's already someone.

Sending the guy back
to his family is not a bad idea.

But sending him on the other
side and keep fighting him,

is it that great?

A Kraut! He's got some nerve!

Load it.

Ready.

Hey' guys...

Sam?

Guys, answer me
for Christ's sake!

Hey, you bastard,
can't you take off your hat?

Excuse-me, I was thinking
of something else.