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(Film camera whirring)

(Soldiers chattering)

My name is Dimitri asna and I'm a graduate

of the all-union institute of cinematography in moscow.

Uh, I was entrusted by our great leader

Joseph vissarionovich Stalin to film the heroic deeds

of a distinguished reconnaissance unit

under the command of sergeant novikov.

I am proud to be part of this mission

in the great patriotic war.

Long live the mausoleum, and long live tsarevich Stalin.

(Footsteps marching)

(Men singing military anthem)

(Indistinct chatter)

Dimitri: Very good, seryosha, very good. Very strong.

Ivan. Ivan, don't...

very good. Look where you go.

Don't trip up.

Vannia, yes. Very good, very good.

No. Too much, too much, vannia.

Dimitri: Sasha! Hurry up there.

I need to use the other camera.

How many times must I tell you, ah?

Be careful with it!

Give me.

Turn it on. Give me.

Give me.

Turn it on. Give me.

(Rustling)

There is the sniper's nest.

It's crucial that we destroy this nest.

It's a potential death trap for our advancing troops.

Vassili, alexei, you flank it from the right and left.

Ivan and I will divert attention.

Let's get as much gear off as we can.

We need to be light.

Sasha, you stay here and you guard the gear, huh?

(Soldiers shouting, gunfire)

Take cover! Take cover!

Grenade!

(Explosion)

(Camera whirring)

Novikov: Aw, shit!

Fuck off, dima.

Dimitri: Can you go behind me? I can't see a thing.

Jesus Christ.

Sir, over here!

(Flies buzzing)

Novikov: Keep the fucking noise down, boy.

Sergei: What the fuck?

Ivan: Fucking hooligan.

(Zapping)

Novikov: I don't give a shit.

We're here to help our comrades.

Let's go!

Sergei: Bear cobra, 3-1-niner.

Calling mother. Do you read me? Over.

Do you read me? Over.

(Radio static)

Bear cobra, 3-1-niner.

Calling mother.

Do you read me? Over.

Dima, you think you got some good shots today, huh?

Dimitri: Can I ask you a few questions?

For the folks back home in Russia?

You don't sound Russian. Where are you from?

Krakow, Poland.

I escaped east when the Nazis invaded.

Here.

She is why I'm here.

(Whistles)

Novikov: Seryosha, get over here.

Sergei: You think it's worth it?

(Inhales sharply) Maybe.

(Dog barking)

(Men yelling, gunshots)

(People screaming)

(Chickens clucking)

(Muffled screaming)

(Muffled singing)

Dimitri: Sergei!

Give me... (Yelling)

Vassili: Moscow Jew boy! Where are you?!

(Overlapping shouting)

You Polish cunt!

You are going straight to military tribunal!

- Give me the camera! - (Laughter)

If you don't get off that fucking bicycle...

- (Chickens clucking) - (Men chattering)

Dimitri: Sasha! You drunken...

- (yelping) - (Sergei laughing)

(Camera whirring)

(Man snoring)

(Radio chatter)

Man: Tiger bear 3-0-3.

Does anyone read me?

This is tiger bear 3-0-3.

- Misha. - This is tiger bear 3-0-3.

Misha, I've got something.

(Coughs)

Hello?

Tiger bear 3-0-3?

We read you, over.

We are trapped. We can't hold on much longer.

Our position is 51-17-28 north by 13-22-04 east.

Do you read?

Hello. Tiger bear 3-0-3?

What is your situation? Over.

We can't hold on much longer.

Our position is 51-17-28 north by 13-22-04 east.

- They can't hear us. - Let me see.

Sergei: Where is it?

Some mining village in the middle of nowhere.

We're not far.

- (Spits) - If we get a move-on, we can be there by noon.

Don't you think it's strange?

Who is tiger bear?

I thought we were the only reconnaissance.

(Sighs) They're Russians.

Our boys. They need help.

What more do you need to know?

(Sighs deeply)

You better inform mother.

I wish I could.

That crazy message

is the only thing I've received for two days.

Dima, pack your stuff away.

We won't wait for you.

Eh? Here's one...

Fucking fritzy.

(Dimitri mumbling)

Ah! (Sighs)

(Body gurgling)

Dimitri: Shit! Shit, damn you!

- What's going on? - Nothing nothing.

Nothing is going on.

Do me a favor,

and stay with the squad.

Dimitri: Is that it?

There's a lot of damage. There's been fighting here.

Do you see anything?

Nothing. No Russians.

No Germans.

Not even a stinking goat.

All right, we go in through the trees.

Very slowly, huh?

And you...

Stay at the back.

And keep out the fucking way.

(Distant siren blaring)

Dima! Come on!

Get down, you idiot.

Sergei: I don't get it.

That's artillery damage,

not aircraft.

We don't have artillery

within 50 kilometers of here.

Who did this?

Let's move down to the church,

and take it from there. Move.

Ivan: I don't care who did this.

But they're bastards, whoever they are.

Dimitri: Oh, God. They're nuns.

- (Moaning) - Dimitri: Oh, God. One is still alive.

Who did this to you, huh? Who did this to you?

- It's the Nazis, right? - (Moans)

Say it's the Nazis! Say it!

- Sergei: For God's sake, dima! - Say it!

Say it, say it, say it. Say it.

(Moaning)

(Dimitri screams, thuds)

(Panting)

(Muffled) Are you all right?

I fell into the fucking grave.

But I'll be all right.

Hey!

Come on, Sasha.

(Door creaking)

Sergei: What kind of church is this?

This is more like a factory.

Fuck...

Novikov: Sasha!

None of your stupid games here, huh?

They could be dangerous.

Dimitri: (Whispering) Sasha.

Sasha, go down there, see if you can find the light switch.

Why?

'Cause we need more light.

Go.

(Glass shatters)

Sasha. Sasha!

- What? - See if you can get the generator started.

Why?

Don't argue; Just do it!

(Metal creaks)

(Clanking)

(Groaning)

(Zapping)

Vassili: Hey, camera with legs! Come over here!

Hey, look it what we have found.

Novikov: What's going on?

Sasha, is that you?!

Sergei: Misha...

Dimitri: (Stammering) Don't... don't... don't touch it.

Don't touch it.

- (Zaps) - Ah!

(Zaps loudly)

Dimitri: What the...?

- Novikov: Vassili, don't. - Don't touch it, vassili!

Can you hear me?

I think it's blind. I don't think it can see us, huh?

What are you?

Can you hear me?

Let's put you out of your misery.

Sergei: Misha!

Vassili: Novikov!

(Men yelling)

Vassili: Get it out! Get it out!

Get it off, get it off, get it off me!

Get it off me!

Get it, get it!

Get it off me! Get it off me!

(Monster growling)

Oh, my God, Misha.

Sergei: Just stay still.

(Panting) Okay?

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm not going anywhere.

Don't move, don't move.

Sasha, for God's sake, turn that thing off!

(Panting, moaning)

- (Knife pierces) - (Novikov moans)

Sergei: Calling mother. Do you read me? Over.

Do you read me? Over.

(Sighs)

We've been jammed.

It's the only explanation.

It's been days since I got a scratch out of the damn thing.

What if we use the tower?

That's not a bad idea.

Not a bad idea.

Dimitri: Vasja! Vasja!

We are here now. You heard their mayday.

Our boys need help.

Where the fuck are they then, huh?

Listen, we need to search the village properly.

Otherwise, novikov has died for nothing.

(Sighs) He's right, vasja.

Take the others. I'll stay here with Sasha and the gear.

Go to the village, fine someone...

anyone... who can tell us what is going on here.

Correct me if I'm wrong, seryosha.

But I'm next in command after novikov.

I don't think so. Look at the stripes.

Who gives a fuck about stripes?!

I have been with this unit longer than anyone.

That doesn't mean you're in charge, vasja!

Oh, no? (Chuckles)

Well, let's ask the others.

Dimitri: Vasja, sergei's right.

Shut the fuck up, you Jew boy!

You are here just to make pretty pictures.

Ivan: Vasja, you're too smart to be in charge.

Let seryosha have his fun.

We can always slit his throat later.

Sasha: Alexei?

Sasha?

You want him to be in command?

The fucking radio ham?

He's not even Russian.

Okay.

Have it your way.

But don't come crying to me when he leads us into

some fritzy trap.

Stupid fucking film!

Dimitri: Comrade, control your temper.

(Leaves rustling, metal clanking softly)

Make another sound, I'll fucking shoot your balls off.

Dimitri: Alexei. Where are you going?

(Distant whimpering)

Dima, it'd be safer outside.

Do not get in my way.

(Whimpering, barking)

Vassili: Ooh, I have found some dinner.

Mmm!

Come here, little bunny.

Come over here. (Grunts)

Dimitri: Guys, look! There is someone here!

- (Gunshot) - (Grunts)

Vassili: No, alexei, no!

(Dogs barking, howling)

Alexei! Alexei!

We're supposed to get a prisoner, remember?

To interrogate, find out where our boys are.

Yeah?

Sie sind in meine house.

What's the crazy old tramp saying, huh?

Dimitri: Something about stealing his rabbits.

Oh, no no no no no no. No no no.

I'm liberating your rabbits from fascist oppression.

- What is this place?! - I do not understand.

What is this?!

Dimitri: If you let me...

I have experience in these sort of...

- Interviews. - Interviews, yeah?

This I want to see.

What is going on here, huh?

Where has everybody gone?

Everybody's dead or run away.

What were they running from?

That's a weird camera.

Is that a microphone?

Are you recording sound?

I've never seen a camera like this before.

(Sighs)

What were they running from?

(Stammering) I...

from... from things...

- What things? - ...The doctor makes.

What things?

Where is the doctor now?

Shut it! Who give a fuck about this doctor?!

We want to know about tiger bear 3-0-3.

Ivan, hold him!

Comrade, listen. There was obviously

some sort of secret project going on here.

Ha, that's obvious, is it?

Tiger bear was even sent here for this very reason.

Listen, if you find the doctor, you'll probably find...

fucking fascinating, comrade!

Now get the fuck behind the camera.

We have wasted enough time.

Where are the Russians?!

- Where?! - I don't know. Aah!

(Screaming)

I just feed the animals.

Where?!

(Moaning)

I'll take you there.

Oh, you'll take me there?

You will never have to worry about getting hurt ever again.

- (Screaming) - Come on, let's go.

Keep moving!

Dimitri: Vasja, do you think this is wise?

Shut up.

What if there are more like the ones in the church, huh?

Here.

It's down there.

The Russian soldiers are down there?

Yes.

Down there?!

Yeah, you... you go, you'll see.

It's not safe here, vasja.

Let's just take him back to seryosha.

I'm in charge here, so fucking do what I tell you!

Show us!

No no, I wait...

no, you fucking show us! Come on!

(Groaning)

Dimitri: Vasja, keep an eye on him.

How far is it?

This way?

You go fir...

fuck!

Where has he gone? Where has he gone?

I told you, keep an eye on him!

Where the hell?

You go ahead.

Ivan, check that side.

Alexei, over there.

Where the hell is he?

- Vassili: What? - (Metal clanking)

Shit! What the...?

(Growling)

Vassili: Get out of the way!

(Metal scraping)

- (Gunfire) - Dimitri: Don't shoot!

You're gonna shoot me, you idiot!

Vassili: Get out!

Dimitri: Go go!

Shoot! Shoot!

Ivan: Ow! Help! Alexei!

Fucking hell!

Vassili: Let's get out of here now! Get out of here!

Dimitri: This way! Go go go go!

- (Growling) - Ah!

(Screeching)

(Grunts)

Dimitri: Kill it! Kill it!

Get the hell out of here now!

Get out!

Let's get out of here now.

Ivan: Over here! This way, this way.

This direction! Here.

Dimitri: There's one more! There's one more there.

- Go go go! - (Gunshot)

(Gunfire)

- (Men yelling) - (Siren blaring)

Dimitri: Guys, where are you?

- Ivan: Over here. - Close the door! Close the door!

(Ivan screaming)

Oh, no!

- (Screaming) - Dimitri: Shoot the motherfucker!

Kill it! Kill it! Shoot it! Shoot it!

Shoot it!

(Grunting, screaming)

Right now! Get away, get away!

Run!

Run run run run run!

(All coughing)

(Screaming)

Come on!

(Screaming)

(Siren continues)

- Get it off. - No.

Vanja, I don't think that's a good idea.

Please... (Breathing deeply)

Relax, my friend, I'm not giving up on you yet.

Vassili: Leave him! He's finished.

We're getting out of here.

Get back to your post. You're supposed to be keeping watch.

Fuck you!

Those things, they appeared out of nowhere.

They could all around us and we wouldn't even know.

Get the fuck out of the way!

I'll finish him off.

(Groans) Fuck!

Ivan: Ah...

Vasja!

I'll fucking decide when I'm finished

and who finishes me off.

Where's that freak?

Who? Dima?

(Ivan laughs)

No, you idiot.

That tramp...

Set us up.

Tramp.

"I just feed the animals."

(Laughing, panting)

This is your fault!

You were supposed to bring a captive back here.

(Blows nose loudly)

Dimitri: (Whispering) Sasha.

Everything all right here?

You're an educated man, dima.

What do you think is going on here?

I am not sure.

I think we stumbled upon a new Nazi weapon.

(Exhales deeply)

Only the Nazis would think of something like this.

(Sighs)

Sewing dead people together...

And giving them knives for hands.

It's insane.

Or brilliant.

(Sighs deeply)

No, dima...

It's insane.

We'll move in the morning.

And then we'll find this...

Tiger bear 3-0-3.

They're dead.

And we will be too if we hang around here any longer.

(Gunshots)

Vasja, go down!

Sasha!

(Muffled yelling)

Go around.

Sasha!

(Door creaks open)

Hands up! Hands in the air!

Come on! Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

(People whimpering)

Against the wall! Over there!

(Grunting)

That's a girl. That's a girl.

No, no!

(Whimpering)

Sasha!

- Woman: No no no! - Sasha!

- (Woman panting) - Enough!

Enough!

- Where are the Russians?! - Please....

Where are the Russians?!

You are Russians, no?

There were other Russians here...

- Yesterday! - I don't know.

We've been hiding.

Just the four of you?

Everyone else was killed or ran.

- There was a massacre. - Who killed them?

The undead ones. Listen...

The gunshots, the fire light,

we must hide before they come looking.

Dimitri: Where do they come from?

Dima! Leave this to me!

How many were there?

We don't know. He keeps making more.

We must hide now. Please.

This is bullshit. Let's just kill them!

No, nicht schiessen!

Nein, nein du machts mir erschiessen statiert.

What did he say?

Uh... uh, Fritz says it's okay if you shoot him.

He'd rather be shot by a real man than

ripped apart by those things out there.

Let's just kill them. Keep the girl.

- Come here. - No no no no!

I'm trained nurse. Ja? Look.

- I can help your friend. - Trained nurse?

I can help your friend.

(Woman panting)

I will help your comrade, ja?

Just breathe, Vanya. Breathe.

(Ivan moaning)

Well, can you get it off?

I don't know.

You get it off, and we'll let you live.

- Deal? - (Gulps)

I... I can try.

You heard him, bitch. Get on with it.

Okay, Vanya, we have to go on.

- (Ivan coughs) - Breathe.

(Gurgles)

Slowly! Slowly! Breathe!

- (Woman strains) - (Ivan moans)

Ivan...

Sergei: Ivan, look at my eyes.

- Ivan: Ah... - Don't move.

- (Woman strains) - (Ivan gurgles)

(Gasps)

I'm sorry...

- I'm sorry. - Well, that was fucking useless.

No no no! We must work together.

We're only human.

Please don't hurt me. Please.

No no! (Groans)

- (Punching) - (Groaning)

Vasja!

- No no! - Vasja!

- (Glass shatters) - Enough!

Fuck...

- (Metal clanks) - (Alexei screams)

- (Machine whirring) - (Men screaming)

Shoot that thing, somebody!

Shoot it, Sasha!

- (Gunfire) - Shoot it!

Alexei, hold on!

(All yelling indistinctly)

Dimitri: Somebody, stop it! Stop it!

Sasha, Sasha, follow me.

- Sasha. - Sergei: Dima! Careful!

Where is it?

(Dimitri panting)

(Metal clanking, trilling)

(Gunfire)

(Moaning)

Shit!

- (Growling) - (Screaming)

- (Monster screeching) - (Gunfire)

(Screaming)

(Monster growling)

Sasha: I'll get the camera. I'll get the camera.

I got it, I got it.

I got the camera.

- Dima! I've got the camera! - (Gunfire continues)

- (Distant screaming) - Grenade! Get down.

(Glass shattering, debris thudding)

(Growling)

(Machine trilling)

(Gunfire continues)

Dima!

(Explosion)

(Rubble thudding)

Sergei, where are you?

(Growling, moaning)

(Coughing)

My eyes... Sasha, Sasha.

Give me the camera.

Vassili: Here, here! Down the hole.

Quickly, quickly.

Eva! Eva!

Eva! Eva!

Sergei: No, no, this way! Sasha! Dima!

- Vassili: Grenade! - Throw it!

(Film camera whirring)

(Whirring stops)

(Radio static)

Radio: Does anyone read me? Over.

We are trapped. We can't hold out much longer.

Our position is 51-17-28 north by 13-22-04 east.

Do you read? Over.

I don't fucking believe this.

Dimitri: Sergei, comrade...

Let me explain. (Grunts, coughs)

Ah.

(Panting)

What's going on?

Why don't you ask comrade dima?

What?

Tell them.

Before I blow your fucking brains out.

- You don't understand... - tell them!

There's no tiger bear 3-0-3.

I don't get it.

Here.

It's a radio jammer.

I couldn't understand why we were getting no signal before. This is why.

Tiger bear 3-0-3. We are trapped...

Our comrade here was blocking us.

Cutting us off from mother.

And I was carrying the fucking thing!

He could use it to transmit the message

from his pack to the radio and...

And lead us here. So there is no...

No tiger bear, no Russian soldiers needing our help.

Fucking bastard!

Wait, vasja. Don't kill him yet.

First I wanna know why.

(Dimitri coughing)

We are not going anywhere.

(Coughing)

Not going anywhere.

That Fritz must know the way. We'll follow him.

That fucking old fascist?

You don't understand.

We're not leaving.

- That's an order. - An order?!

I'm gonna cut his balls off!

Here here here! (Grunts)

Read this document. I'm a full captain.

Your superior officer.

I have a list of every man in this squad's family and loved ones.

If something happens to me...

You know what will happen to them.

(Camera whirring, stops)

(Exhales deeply)

- Dimitri: Right. - Dima...

Tell me...

Why didn't you just tell us?

Huh?

Why the trick?

This is a top-secret mission.

The bureau was afraid there might be a leak.

- So you let us come unprepared? - No!

I did not know the exact nature of the work that the doctor was working on.

He's not a doctor!

He's a madman.

My orders are to capture him if possible.

If not, kill him.

Capture?! What would the glorious motherland want with...

listen! Listen to me!

This is none of your business. You do your job,

you go home safe and sound. Do you understand?

Is there even film in that camera?

Yes yes, the film is real.

I need a record of everything just in case we can't take him alive.

Now... Fritz!

We're going to the doctor's base, and you...

you're taking us there. Which way?

(Men coughing)

(Men coughing)

(Flies buzzing)

This is the lift up to the church.

If these things are a Nazi weapon,

they've turned on their master.

Not so brilliant, huh, dima?

- Ah, fuck. - (Gagging, coughing)

Fritz, you used to work here, right?

Where's the doctor?

Fritz, which way?!

Der gleis.

(Coughing) Vugeln.

Dima, you can't be serious.

You want to go to the base of this thing?

- It's suicide! - I thought I made it clear.

Our job is to find and capture the doctor.

Or killed. Captured or killed, you said.

Yes yes yes. Moscow wants him alive.

- (Door slams open) - Sasha: They're here!

- (Growling, trilling) - Get out, dima!

- (Gunfire) - Sergei: Get out!

Come on, dima! For God's sake!

Close the door! Close the door!

(Screeching, trilling)

(Men shouting indistinctly)

Get in the fucking door!

(Gunfire)

Go faster! Close the door!

Get in!

Close the door!

(Growling loudly)

Inside!

(All shouting indistinctly)

Dima, get over here!

(Monster shrieking)

Vasja, you fucking idiot!

(Pounding on door)

What the fuck?

- (All panting) - Dimitri: No, leave it!

It can't hurt us.

At last we're getting somewhere.

Nein nein!

Dimitri: It's a little fascist.

(Gunshot)

- (Metal clanking) - (Drilling)

Dimitri: Sasha, go down there and take a look.

(Whispering) What? You crazy?

I've got a better idea.

- Vasja, get the boy. - Right.

- In you go. - Nein!

(Mockingly) Nein! Nein!

(Grunts)

Hey! First, we'll take you down...

Then we'll bring you back.

- Vassili: In you go. - (Distant drilling)

Nein! Nein!

Good boy, good boy.

- (Boy shouting) - I've got you!

Hans, tell me what you see!

(Hans screaming)

(Buzzing, metal clanking)

Pull! Pull!

Ah!

- (Men grunting) - Pull him out!

(Growling, rumbling)

(Shouting indistinctly)

(Gunfire)

Dimitri: Shoot it! Just do something!

Godammit!

Vassili: The wire! Cut the wire!

Cut the fucking wire!

(Men screaming)

(High-pitched beeping)

(All coughing)

You all right, captain?

(Laughing)

Thanks, seryosha.

Dimitri: Okay, let us go down there.

We can fix a rope. I told you,

- the doctor's lab is down there. - Of course, dima.

After you!

- Ah! (Groans) - (Rustling)

Sergei: So, dima, you want to continue your secret mission?

You do it alone.

- (Groaning) - I'm taking my men out of this mad hole.

Vassili: Bye-bye, Jew boy.

Oh, sorry, I mean captain Jew boy.

(Flies buzzing)

(Groaning)

(Sasha grunts)

Don't forget your precious film.

(Door slams)

(Exhales) Traitors.

Fucking traitors.

All of them.

Comrades!

Come back!

I order you! Come back!

(Quietly) Fuck...

Screw you, vissarionovich Stalin.

Screw you! (Grumbles)

"Serve the proletariat," my ass.

You will all be shot anyway!

You will all be shot anyway!

Fucking retard.

(Exhales deeply)

I'm going to hell.

(Growling)

(Large footsteps approaching)

I'm in hell.

(Rumbling)

(Gurgling, roaring)

(Screeching)

(Metal clanking)

(Monster screeching)

(Trilling)

(Monsters screeching)

(Beeping)

(Dimitri panting)

(Metal clanking loudly)

(Faint static)

(High-pitched beeping)

(Panting)

Mama, papa...

This is my last roll of film.

Do not trust what they tell you.

I made a deal with the government.

They promised to let you go in exchange for the doctor.

(Breathing shakily)

I don't think that's happening anymore.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

I'm going to miss you.

(Gasps)

Oh, fuck.

(Distant machines trilling)

(Distant growling)

(Door creaks)

(Staticky music playing)

(Exhales)

(Moaning)

(Exhales deeply)

(Buzzer sounds)

(Coughing)

(Buzzer continues)

Oh, God.

(Chains rattling)

(Coughing)

(Man mumbles)

(Mumbling in German)

(Man wheezing)

(Mumbling)

(Wheezy laugh)

(Mumbling continues)

(Coughing)

(Panting)

(Chuckles)

Nein!

(Shouting in German)

(Speaking in German)

(Shouting in agony)

Man: Nein!

Nein nein nein!

(Screaming continues)

(Metal clanks)

(Door opens)

Nein!

(Shouting in agony)

Nein!

(Sobbing loudly)

(Metal squeaking)

Dimitri: Okay...

(Panting)

What...?

Fan...

- (screaming) - (Growling, screeching)

Get off of me!

(Grunting)

(Screeching)

(Machine drilling)

(Siren blaring distantly)

Oh, God.

- (Instinct radio chatter) - (Drilling)

- (Door creaking) - Okay.

- (Metal clanks) - (Door shuts)

Okay...

(Pounding)

- (Metal clanks) - (Growling)

Ivan, it's me. Dimitri.

Ivan! Hey!

Ivan! Ivan! Wha...?

(Groaning)

- (Glass shatters) - (Static)

- (Dogs barking) - Okay, here's something good.

(Chickens clucking)

Not... not... not my finger. Not my finger.

(Whimpering)

("Ride of the valkyries" playing)

(Camera whirring)

Is it filming?

Yeah.

Here.

It's good.

Eat this.

It will make you strong.

It's eintopf.

I'm not hungry.

- Eat. - (Glass shatters)

(Gasping breaths)

I need you to be strong.

(Gagging)

Do you like it? It's really good.

I have added some of my own ingredients.

(Coughing)

I need you to be strong...

- (Chokes) - ...To make a record of my work here.

A what?

For posterity, you know?

(Retches) You're...

(Spits)

You're Dr. Frankenstein?

- Do you think you can do this? - (Screams)

Do you think you can do this for me?

(Gurgles, spits)

Swallow.

Swallow...

Swallow.

(Gurgling)

(Snorts, coughs)

(Camera whirring rapidly)

Are you filming?

- Dimitri: Yes. - Okay.

Come in. Go go go, follow me.

- Come. - (Machines drilling)

Oh, don't be shy. Come.

My father said, "men would be more efficient

if they had hammers and screwdrivers

instead of fingers."

Here. Use this.

When I tried to do it with cats,

he told me it was a sin against God.

He... he beat me.

It's not a sin. It's simple mechanics, engineering.

(Sniffs) Ugh.

Well...

after father died,

the Nazis closed the factory and sent me to a camp.

Someone told the sturmbahnfuhrer about my cats.

He asked me if I could do the same with people.

(Trilling)

So I used grandfather's notes.

His techniques were quite good.

- He needed thunderstorms, but now... - (Sawing)

...I can do it with a generator.

That's fascinating, Viktor.

Can you explain how your automatons

receive and follow orders and...

- (bell ringing) - What did you say?!

They're not machines or puppets!

Sorry sorry, I...

like the toys my father built!

Each one is still alive.

- I see... - they even need to eat.

Go, hurry up.

I feed them with the same eintopf

- I gave you. - Yes...

Oh oh!

Well, fuck you!

- Fuck you! - Here they are!

At least one is still alive.

Fuck you! Fuck you!

- Don't do this to me. - Fuck you all.

- Don't do this to me. - Fuck you!

Fuck you! Fuck you.

- (Muffled groaning) - (Spits)

- Fuck... son of a... - oh, God...

Shit. He'll be fine.

He'll be fine. I take care of him.

- (Gurgling scream) - Come come come.

Incredible.

Come!

I want to show you something!

- Come in. - Yes yes, I'm coming.

Come in.

I want to show you something.

This is the generator.

- I see. - Look.

(Zapping)

It works! Ha ha!

It works!

Genius. This is genius!

Come with me. Come.

I'll show you something else.

Doctor...

- What? - Listen.

Listen!

Can't you hear it?

What was that?

It's us... the red army.

Our artillery.

How far away would you say they are?

15 kilometers. They could be here in a matter of hours.

You telling me this because?

I am here to offer you a deal.

Our military leadership is very interested in your work.

Of course.

It would give them a weapon to use against Western allies.

To turn the whole world into to socialist utopia, right?

Yes. We understand each other very well.

And if I refuse?

We'll bomb you and your army back to the stone age.

(Mumbling, laughing)

Oh, fucking... (Mumbles)

(Muffled moaning)

- In experiments... - (Distant radio chatter)

...the fresher the specimens the better.

And if I can use flesh that is still alive,

I can perform miracles.

Still alive?

Tell me, which of these two...

Is a better communist?

What?

Which of these two is a better communist?

(Stuttering) This one is a better communist.

Don't! No!

I...

(exhales sharply)

Hans!

(Erratic beeping)

- Viktor: Ready? - Dimitri: Yes.

So, sturmbahnfuhrer... We meet again.

Viktor... (Speaking in German)

Hush now, dieter. You don't have to apologize.

I'm going to make it all okay.

Doctor, there's no time! The red army's almost here.

- If you want to work for me you need to tell me now. - Enough!

I said I would think about it. Now focus.

Nein.

(Trilling)

(Muffled speaking)

(Muffled drilling)

Hey!

- I told you to film. - Sorry.

What are you doing?

Don't you see?

I can... I can end the war

by creating a new being

that brings them together.

Are you serious?

I can make them stop.

I can make them understand each other.

I'll be right back.

Dima...

Dima... help me.

Help me, please. Please.

I can't, seryosha. I have to bring him back

no matter what.

Dima, huh?

Don't you understand?

He's crazy. Dima, he's insane.

- Please. - I told you, I told you, i can't.

I promise you this, seryosha:

When I return to moscow, i will personally ensure

you're awarded the hero of the Soviet union medal.

(Groaning, screaming)

- Your sacrifice will not be forgotten! - Dima!

I swear! I'll kill you!

I swear I'll kill you!

(Panting)

(Drilling)

(Screaming)

(Crashing)

(Drilling, screaming continues)

(Drilling and screaming ceases)

As you can see, the two halves of the brain

have been grafted together.

On the left side, the communist's.

Hold on.

Yeah.

On the right side, the Nazi's.

Yeah. That will be...

it's too much here. Okay.

I think...

oh, shit.

Okay, that's fine.

(Camera whirring)

(Grunts)

I can fix it.

The patient is no longer breathing.

Now...

For the final step.

Drei... zwei...

- Eins... jetzt! - (Clicks)

(Buzzing and zapping)

(Gurgling, screaming)

It's obviously suffering from a little readjustment problem!

I can do more!

(Machine whirrs off)

(Dimitri mumbles incoherently)

What are you doing?

How does that work?

I need a different lens.

How do you operate this camera?

Doctor, we had a deal.

Listen, we had a deal.

Huh? You will be safe in Russia.

What deal?

We have people there...

Orders... enemies of the state, huh?

You will be safe.

What about our deal?!

I'm afraid I am going to have to refuse your generous offer.

You are signing your own death warrant.

If we don't kill you, your own people will. Understand that?

Oh, yes, I know.

I was in a prison camp, remember?

But I have other plans.

No no no no, don't leave me! Don't go!

- Ah! - I'll be leaving momentarily.

But there should be time for one last experiment.

No, you can't... you can't.

I can. I can!

Come here, come here.

Now what shall we do with you?

Maybe... maybe I will

build this camera into your skull.

That might be fun. (Grunts)

(Groans)

A man... a man of vision is always misunderstood.

But the film in your camera...

Will convince the doubters.

- You're insane! - (Laughing)

You're not a doctor. You're sick! You're sick!

Oh, yes?! So I'm sick?

Everybody's sick... the Nazis, communists,

capitalists, everyone!

The sickness cannot be cured...

So it must be cut out.

And my creations will do that.

Your creations are fucking insanity!

Look at them! They're fucking cripples!

Okay.

My father...

Tried to have me locked up.

- He said I was emotionally crippled. - (Laughing maniacally)

I had no choice.

I injected him with... with a drug that paralyzed him.

But his eyes could still move, so he could watch as I...

(screaming) No no no, no no no!

(Explosion)

What was that?

That is the beginning of the carpet bombardment.

I will not have time for you after all...

(Laughing)

That is my comrades!

Coming to wipe you off the face of this planet!

(Explosion)

The deal... the deal I offered...

I will make it better. Anything anything!

Tell me what you need. I will guarantee you!

Okay okay okay, I'm afraid after I go...

My soldiers may become a bit crazy.

(Metal clanking loudly)

What are you talking about?

They obey only me!

And I cannot take them with me,

so after I go...

They will turn up against each other

and anything else they find nearby.

I would love to tell you more,

but I've got to go.

So good luck, comrade.

(Groaning) Oh, the film.

Proof for the doubters

- to make them believe. - Ah!

But it won't reveal my real secrets, do you know why?

Look at me. Do you know why?

Because they are all locked up in here.

So I'm going to take your camera with me.

(Gunshot)

(Groans)

No! Sasha!

You fucking idiot!

Idiot!

- (Knife piercing) - (Viktor groaning)

Don't just stand there!

Let me loose, you fuck!

(Sergei screaming)

Sasha, Sasha, Sasha...

- S-s-s-Sasha, Sasha! - (Growling)

Sasha, no no no no no... Sasha, Sasha...

- (Buzzing, zapping) - Sasha. Sasha!

Sasha, no! Don't leave me! Please!

Please please please! Sasha!

(Groaning)

- Don't leave me. - (Explosion)

Sasha!

(Screeching)

- (Panting) - (Growling)

Sasha, listen to me.

I was only trying to help my mother!

- Sasha: No, I cannot, I'm sorry. - (Screaming)

I'm taking this camera, dima.

- (Growling) - Sasha: I will make sure that you get...

The hero of the Soviet union medal.

Sasha, don't just stand there!

(Screeching)

(Dimitri screaming)

(Screaming)

Do something!

- (Screeching) - No!

(Screeching)

(Static)

(Footsteps marching)

(Men singing military anthem)

(Warbled military anthem playing)

(Flatlining beep)

(Military anthem continues)

- (Distorted anthem) - (Erratic beeping)

(Military anthem continues)