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BELIEVING IN ITALY, 1944.

Joey?

Joey? - I'm reading, Mittens.

About those blondes from space? - Pirate Women Of Venus ?

Sorry, I exchanged it.

For a pack of cigarettes. - Damn.

That cover was cool.

You do not smoke? Give up. - Are you finally asking?

That costs you all your candy bars.

All of them?

That tobacco smells so good. - Give it here.

How's your ankle, Phillips? - The cold does not do any good.

I can use a nurse. - Me too, Doc.

Me too.

Snowman for Scotty 1.

Where are you, Scotty?

I can not reach him. I only hear this.

Strange, never heard anything like it.

Keep trying.

Snowman for Scotty 1. - Can I agree with your compass?

Thanks.

How long do we stay here, Sergeant?

Guys, stay like this.

Perfect.

Who are you? - Where are you from?

I am with you now. Charlie Dolan. - D Charlie Dolan?

I'm afraid. - The author. Is in all newspapers.

I know. Corporal Mittinsky, pleasant.

Do you write a story about us? - Something like that.

Can I have a butt from you, Corporal?

Is that the zippo of General Patton? - Right.

Thanks for the cigarette.

Mr Dolan, I am Joseph Verona, from New Jersey.

Very nice, Joey. See you later.

The son of Angelo and Rose Verona.

Sergeant Stone? Charlie Dolan. - I know.

Where is that interview? - Later.

A butt, Mittens. - How do we stand for it?

Mittens, do you have cigarettes?

Sir, we can no longer waiting for the others.

And the radio does not work. Let's leave now.

Sergeant, I am your jerk. I am in charge, it is time ...

See? There they are.

Lieutenant ... Greetings.

Take cover.

Pull back.

Red Cross.

We have to leave here. - Left of you.

Run into the forest.

They've got it. - No, look.

Are you waiting for more sleeves? We are the only ones. Forward.

We are safe now. - I thought you'd been there.

So it is true. The iron Sergeant will not be destroyed.

Did I say something wrong? - I do not want to hear that nonsense.

Do you know what saved me? My helmet. Steel, government stuff.

No more. No luck or magic. No guardian angel. Understood?

Gentlemen, we're going. Mittens in front.

We have lost the radio. - Did he not seem to save?

No, sir. - Where were you with your thoughts?

I thought about my fallen comrades.

And how you refused that assignment.

If you were in charge, this had never happened.

Do you think so? - Indeed.

What kind of assignment? - What are you doing over there?

Make notes. - Nice, you know.

Are we still walking far? My legs hurt.

Thats weird. The compass does not work.

A new weapon of the sleeves? Magnetic rays?

You must hear Buck Rogers. - Fixed an iron bed.

Where are we, Sergeant? - No idea. On enemy territory.

Funny, such forests we have in Illinois too.

Watch out for snipers. - Snipers? Well.

We are too deep in the forest.

We are only here with the bears.

Mortar.

What was that? - Maybe lightning?

Your wife and child?

They were once. - Have not you seen them for a long time?

Two years.

Now I have the sergeant and Joey. Do you have a girl?

No, that does not suit my profession.

I can not imagine a woman anymore. - I do. Unfortunately.

You're already with the sergeant since North Africa?

Can he save us from this? - If someone can, he is.

I do not want any hassle, but he is not very friendly.

He does not make friends because he does not like to lose them.

Who is Velma?

You ask a lot of questions. - I am a reporter. Your wife?

Velma was a girl next door. She always beat Mittens.

Is that right?

If I was a muff, you were dead. Pay more attention. Verona, on guard.

Mittens?

I know you're there. Shut out.

Bully.

Mittens? I'll get enough of you.

What is it? Back to your post. - Do something first.

What is it cold.

Take some coffee. - Thanks.

Mr. Dolan, did you see someone it ever go wrong?

You know. Fatigue, shellshock .

All too often.

I really saw something last night.

Something strange.

Tell. - A man in the dark.

It was not really a person. It seemed ...

A monster.

With big eyes and a hairy head.

And a sticky egg. When I went looking again, it was gone.

I'm going crazy. Right, Mr. Dolan?

No, you sure saw a moose.

A moose. Sure, that's it.

A moose.

It was also very dark. And I do not feel crazy.

I am also stuck for the first time on enemy territory.

Even the sergeant is worried, he stayed awake all night.

Your turn, Dolan.

I have seen a deer. I like a piece of meat.

We'll take it. - No shooting outside.

It is only a shot. - Can you do that with a shot?

They call me Bullseye Dolan. Where was it, Mittens?

I ask the sergeant. - Let him.

He just fell asleep. He also likes a steak.

All right then. A shot, nothing more.

Mittens, are you sure?

Here he was, in the moonlight.

Just a statue. King of the forest.

He was shitting.

He has eaten here and then went that way.

Towards the water. - Are you an Indian?

Yes, Mahatma Ghandi is my uncle.

Smart ass.

Two more players in the ninth inning.

Stan, it's up to you or it's over.

There comes the throw.

Homerun. The audience is going crazy.

You know, boy ...

I've seen a lot of guns here, but you make the crown.

How do I get different to see the World Series?

You had to wake me up. - If not from Dolan.

Should not Dolan? Where is that pen picker?

Hunting.

Hunting for what, soldier? - Mittens had seen a deer.

So we are in German territory and Mittens and Dolan go on safari?

And later on a drink at Mussolini?

In line. Now. - Yes, sir.

Klote. Pick up.

Did you hear something?

Yes, it comes from there.

What the hell.

What does the SS have to look for here?

Get out. - Wait. The camp has been abandoned.

Where did they go? - Looking for us.

Wait, that is not possible. These are the heavy boys.

They do not deal with us. There is something going on there.

Maneuvers. - At 15 kilometers from the front?

I do not believe that. And you neither.

We're getting closer. It is abandoned.

Going hunting was okay, but now I cut it.

I do not walk an SS camp inside for your story.

Okay, corporal. I'm tapped, I'm sorry.

Wait. - What now?

I want to piss.

Hurry up then. - I will.

Mittens needs to know better. - It was Dolan's idea.

Maybe they are lost. That is easy here.

I get the creeps here. Those big, scary trees.

Seems like a fairy tale. - Forward.

If they do not appear before the dark, we go back alone.

We can Mittens can not leave?

Everything ok?

What is that? - It seems burned.

Is it hot? - No, cold.

Very cold. Weird stuff. From an engine?

No idea. I do not like it.

Hurry up, Dolan.

Dolan.

Lubricating flap.

What's this?

A secret weapon of the Nazis?

My God.

There is more of that stuff.

And the trees seem to be broken down.

I have more of my head then a plane crash.

I lost my regiment and do not even know where I am.

Shall I go and look at that hill? - Yes please.

Sergeant, come here quickly.

You must see this. Really.

What is it?

Dear heaven.

You are an idiot. Get out.

And this? - Leave it.

Come on.

A huge thing. A new zeppelin?

No idea. That marking is unknown to me.

A secret weapon of the sleeves? - Or of us.

Or maybe... - What, Joey?

Never mind.

Let's look at it inside.

This has to be open anyway?

Backwards, it still works. - There may be survivors.

Seems like a steam bath here.

I hear pistons from a motor.

Look, there's a door there.

Careful, Joey. - It keeps us.

Hold on.

Keep up, Joey.

Thanks, Sergeant. - We go.

We can still look around?

Who would have built this? - The air force certainly does not.

Look at this. Sounds like an engine.

Going away, this explodes like this. - Come on, go on an adventure.

Joey, are you? - Yes. Just a moment.

Sergeant.

Jeezes, what a smell. - That's him.

My God. What is that?

He looks like the guy that I saw yesterday.

I thought I was crazy and did not dare to tell.

Do not you understand? This is a spaceship from Mars.

Well. Do normal, Joey.

It is an animal. An experiment of the Nazis.

Unbelievable. There must be light. - Do not touch.

Nice, you know. - There is light now.

This chair is empty. The co-pilot runs around outside.

Exploration photos. Those guys shoot pictures.

I get some of that corpse. That door must open.

Leave me. - No, you've done enough already.

A kind of periscope?

Not made for people, sergeant.

Do you see something? - Yes.

The colors are not right. Wait a second.

Muffs.

Dirty, stinking sleeves.

I have all the buttons and tried switches.

They are inside.

It looks like fifty.

We've had ammunition.

Verona, think like a Marsman. There must be a hatch somewhere.

Such a stupid thing.

Fresh air. A ventilation shaft.

That muff on that engine. - Not now, we have to blow this up.

Are you crazy? You do not believe it, but this is really a spaceship.

You're going too far, soldier.

But if I'm right, is this greater than the war.

Another planet. Another civilization.

The sleeves want this thing. It is our duty and duty.

With a grenade in that outlet we take the engine.

We have to do it right now.

Let them fly, boy.

That sleeve had Dolan's lighter. - Then they got them.

With a little luck we can follow the track of that engine.

Come on, Joey.

Fritz, what were they? for explosions?

That ship that brought you down? We have you through.

Stop. This is how we are going.

On the contrary, grumpy corporal.

If they think we know more, they keep us alive.

For how long? - Still better than being dead?

Hans?

It's retekoud, do you have blankets? - Quit it. Sleep something.

I do not sleep in a cage. - I watch it that way.

When I sleep, I am elsewhere.

I have to talk to stay warm. My arm is so hurt.

Hans, according to the conditions from Gen ve,

you must provide prisoners with warm food and suitable lodging.

As well as all other conditions. Understand ...

You do not get a Christmas card, buddy.

I am Colonel Manheim.

You are being interrogated now. - Wait a second.

I am a correspondent. A civilian.

You can not make this.

Mittinksy, George R. Corporal, American army.

You're a zero, muff.

Is that all?

Stop, damn it. I will speak.

Now you are reasonable.

What do you know about the rocket and where are your other soldiers?

Do not be a sissy. I can handle it.

Dolan, Charles Francis.

Correspondent in civilian service, from St. Louis, USA.

Serial number C19717139.

Francis?

What do you want from me?

What is that? - What do you know about this?

Are you crazy? I do not know anything about this.

You have never seen this being before?

Forget it.

I would remember that. - You are lying.

This is only going to happen harder, Mr. Dolan.

I do not lie.

Did I just hit Hitler? - You bet, champion.

Too bad our end is near.

Hans, let those dogs keep their mouth shut.

Verona, how do you get here? - Just listen.

We have a plan to free you.

And that weird guy over there? - The space man too.

Hi, Joey. - Mittens, everything okay?

Awesome. I hit Hitler.

Is it that bad?

There is that thick muff.

We will be there. To the truck.

Mittens, now.

Brace yourself.

Gift for you. - Velma.

The greetings, Fritz.

Cover.

Thanks.

Their timing belt is broken. Bad luck for those muffs.

What now, Sergeant?

We have to discharge that truck. We are almost home.

Since that ship exploded, the compass works again.

Dolan, you need this. Mittens?

Joey?

Mack, you're coming with us.

What does that face mean? - A crypt. My grandpa spoke about it.

Then we will spend the night here. Dolan? Bug?

What do you have? - Nothing. I respect the dead.

They seem to be years ago already taken away, Mittens.

Why is he doing nothing?

Should he sometimes beg for peanuts?

He's just there.

What a story.

I have a fortune left to know what he thinks about.

Maybe he is sleeping.

Give him some space, boys. - Did you find everything?

What is it like? - Who knows.

Joey, the rations. - I'm beating.

Dolan? Walk along.

Why?

What is it, Joey? Goulash or beef?

Both, we have visitors.

Would he come from Venus?

Think about it. There is no life on Venus.

He is stuck from Mars.

Mars?

What's wrong? - How do you fit in this picture?

How so? - Listen carefully.

I recently got you assigned.

And suddenly I have a spaceship, a grasshopper and a set of sleeves.

Great, hu? - Tell, who sent you?

The intelligence service? The OSS?

Roosevelt knew about this, hu? - Are you all right?

You could not know, but I write about you.

The Iron Sergeant. It is true, Stone.

You become a legend for those soldiers.

You would often have been killed, but you always come back.

Except for such lies, you do not have anything to publish.

I'm just a stump in this war.

Until I can go home.

Come on, we're going back.

What do I hear about Mittens and Hitler? - You should have seen it.

He does not like beans. - We neither.

He drank some water. Is there something else?

No.

Wait a second.

I'm lucky today.

He eats it.

He eats it. He likes tobacco.

Give him another one. Not so stingy.

What is that?

He wants to trade.

Wait now.

Everything ok? - Look.

Hello, soldier.

I dream. - I did not think so.

Oh dear.

Hey.

Shut out, I'm going my way. Where were we?

Give up.

Can we arrange a blonde?

What do you flirt? I will...

Calm down.

It was an accident. - He's trying to talk.

Do not shoot. He wants to tell something.

What is he saying?

He is a soldier from space. - One more reason.

Do not. It is not a beast. He is clearly intelligent.

What if the muffs him to get hold of again?

Look, he's scared. - That makes sense.

Miles away from home in a foreign country.

And they want to finish it. Does that sound familiar?

What are you looking at?

He is sleeping in such an egg. - He has been nibbling a lot.

Charlie, you have not seen anything? - Sorry.

We're going after him. - Which way?

The Northeast. Towards his spaceship.

He does not know that it exploded.

He must still be around.

Wait. What is that?

Staying here. - Looks like something from the expo.

Come on.

Which army do you actually belong to?

They are clearly extraterrestrial.

Joseph Verona of the earth. Pleasant.

I am Mittinsky, say Mittens. - Back in the line, damn it.

Is not this a trick of the muffs?

That thing will be a translator.

Where do you come from?

Wait, I have a lot of questions. How is it up there?

How do these lasers work? - Do you also have blondes with you?

Rakian is a female.

We did not think about that.

You're welcome sir.

Mrs.

This was it?

We risk our lives and you lubricate him?

Help us to get back.

Thanks to you it suffocates here from the sleeves.

Sergeant.

Take cover.

Verona.

To the ground. Look for cover.

Jeezes.

Mittens, Joey was hit.

Everything is fine, Joey. You're going home.

Mr. Dolan? - I'm there, boy.

We have that interview not yet done.

You're going to write about this, right?

You bet, boy.

Then the boys know about it at home.

Joey met Verona the space men.

Should not we pray?

It is too late for that.

With all their knowledge they had do something for Joey.

The sleeves are coming from the southwest.

Put that radio in your ear.

Radio in your ear.

The enemy is coming, looking for you.

Together we can catch them with ...

We do not help you to kill your own species.

The Nazis are not our kind, friend.

Never mind, Mittens.

We'll do the job ourselves. - Three of us?

Like I said to Joey.

If the muffs want something, we must prevent them.

Mittens. Charlie.

What will they do now? - Launch a new attack.

Ammunition? - Last warehouse.

Me too. And grenades? - One, but I'll keep it.

We have to keep them off until that rocket takes off.

Empty. - Me too. What now?

Our ammunition is gone.

I want to surrender to your commander.

I just had to finish you.

But if you take us to the being,

may you return to your lines.

Agreed, Fritz.

Shake hand?

He really did it.

We take our chance. - Not without the sergeant.

Nothing is left of him.

Bad luck, Dolan. We are all the cigar.

Did you see that? - Where did it come from?

Thank you.

How does such a thing work?

Grab it like that.

Show us what we can do with this.

Our weapons are with such weapons boys at home with Christmas.

Wait a second with that plum pudding.

No, there are too many.

Well done, lice head. Sure.

And now back into space.

Thank you for saving us.

Thank you, luis.

Dolan.

KILROY WAS HERE

Our line must be a bit further. We saved it.

US two. You have to write about this. For the sergeant and Joey.

I thought about that.

I can not do it. - Why not?

There is no evidence at all.

My editor lets me lock up.

And then your story about Hitler. Who will believe that?

Just write about it.

Sell ​​it those Joey leaves.

You've got a point.

The last.

Look.

Why does not he shoot?

What the hell.

A butt, Mittens.

Gentlemen?

We go.

Translation: Wess Lee