Original subtitles

Downloaded from YTS.MX

Official YIFY movies site: YTS.MX

(BIRD CAWING)

(WIND WHISTLING)

(WIND HOWLING)

(COUGHING)

(COUGHING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(BANGING)

(YAWNING)

Come on, wake up.

Get up.

(WIND HOWLING)

(GRUNTING)

(COUGHING)

(WIND HOWLING)

Section?

- Ready for work. - Ja, das ist in Ordnung. Okay.

Right.

(MACHINERY CHUGGING)

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

Get down!

(BOMB WHISTLING)

(PLANE FLYING OVERHEAD)

(EXPLOSION)

(MACHINE-GUN FIRE)

(MACHINE-GUN FIRE)

(BOMB WHISTLING)

(PLANE FLYING OVERHEAD)

(ALARM BLARING)

(EXPLOSION)

(PLANE FLYING OVERHEAD)

(BOMB WHISTLING)

(PANTING)

(EXPLOSIONS OUTSIDE)

(COUGHING)

- Is it bad? - It's a bang on the head.

(PLANE FLYING OVERHEAD)

(BOMB WHISTLING)

(EXPLOSION)

(RUBBLE CRASHING)

(ALARM STILL BLARING)

- All right! - (COUGHING)

Who is in here?

(EXPLOSION)

KHOZEK: Hey, in here!

Come in here.

(PLANE FLYING OVERHEAD)

(BOMB WHISTLING)

(EXPLOSION)

(MATCHES RATTLING)

Everybody say his name.

"Yashme."

Khozek.

- Kramer. - Larshen. I've got Lund here with me.

- Grabinski. - Rouquet.

- Is Lund all right? - Lund's all right, yes.

(MUFFLED EXPLOSIONS)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(EXPLOSION OUTSIDE)

(EXPLOSION OUTSIDE)

(EXPLOSION OUTSIDE)

Can we get through?

GRABINSKI: I know these doors don't open.

VISCONTI: Hey!

VISCONTI?

VISCONTI: Here.

(EXPLOSION OUTSIDE)

An escape shaft.

(RUSTLING)

Here, take this paper.

VISCONTI: One... two... three...

four... five... six...

- seven... - (EXPLOSION OUTSIDE)

GRABINSKI: It's getting worse. Better go down.

- You first, Visconti. - VISCONTI: I'm going down.

I don't like heights.

GRABINSKI: Don't worry. It's just a ladder.

- Grab hold of that one. - VISCONTI: Where?

GRABINSKI: Up there. Have you got it?

VISCONTI: Er... Yes!

GRABINSKI: Good.

(CLATTERING)

(EXPLOSIONS OUTSIDE)

(BOMB WHISTLING)

(CLATTERING)

(EXPLOSION)

(SCREAMING)

(YELLING IN PAIN)

GRABINSKI: Keep your head down!

LARSHEN: Please! Please!

ROUQUET: Here's his arm.

His heart's still beating.

Get back!

LARSHEN: It's on my leg. Please... No, please! Get it off!

- No! - VISCONTI: Grabinski!

(RUMBLING)

(MEN YELLING)

(RUMBLING STOPS)

KHOZEK: I found a store room!

-Hey! I found a store room! —AU FRET: Don't touch anything!

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Wine!

- (BOTTLE SMASHING) - Grabinski.

Khozek.

(BOTTLE SMASHING)

(CHUCKLING)

- LUND: What is it? - AUFRET: Wine.

Here you go, Lund.

(BOTTLE SMASHING)

(BOTTLE SMASHING)

(LAUGHING)

Oh, God...

At least we won't die of thirst.

So much wine.

(BOTTLE SMASHING)

It's officers' wine.

Leave it!

Why? I don't see any guards here.

Before anyone starts getting drunk, we'd better find out where we are.

Right. We, er... start a search.

Kramer, Khozek, Rouquet.

- Are you okay? - Oh, yes.

I'll leave you my matches.

Thanks.

Rouquet?

- ROUQUET: Who's that?! - KHOZEK: Me!

Give me!

Hey!

Food!

Food!

Food!

(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)

We shouldn't touch anything.

VISCONTI: Listen, Aufret...

There are no Germans down here.

And it's none of your damn business.

They'll come back.

ROUQUET: Will they?

GRABINSKI: Hey. Hey. Hey! Look!

- Son of a gun! - Where did you get them?

Candles.

Here, take this. Open a tin for each man.

VISCONTI: Oh, meat!

Here, stop it!

They'll shoot us. They will. It's stealing.

- It's me they'll blame! - ROUQUET: Oh, shut up.

I'm getting out now.

VISCONTI: I'll cut you a piece.

Four years...

I'm going to piss.

(CHUCKLING)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(DISTANT CLATTERING)

KRAMER: Something to wash the food down.

(BANGING)

VISCONTI: That's it! That's it, Kramer! That's right!

ROUQU ET: Hello. More wine?

(LAUGHING)

KRAMER: Here is something to wash...

Everything's blocked.

I can't get out.

GRABINSKI: Hey!

Come here, please.

(GROANING)

Look...

This is the blockhouse.

Here's the escape shaft we all came down.

Blocked.

Here...

is the main entrance.

Caved in.

This, er... tunnel here...

Solid granite.

This one...

Hopeless.

Why "hopeless"?

I know these places.

So, then, we're trapped.

Maybe, but, er...

let's get some more light on this place, and

see what we can do, huh?

Well, you know about these places, Grabinski.

Are there any possibilities to dig ourselves out?

Listen, Lund...

- I... I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - No, no, no, no.

- Just tell us. - All right.

We are thirty metres underground.

There's no air at all from the escape shaft.

- Mmm. - The main corridor, also nothing.

The only air comes through two ventilation pipes,

which face north towards the sea,

and run through seven metres of reinforced concrete.

It would take us, er...

No, it's impossible. We can do nothing.

No, no. There must be some possibility.

I mean, we...

we must...

we must try.

Maybe we could light a fire,

and let the smoke get through as a signal.

No, we'd just fill up the whole place with smoke.

But let's try.

Look, Lund...

Look, we've got food, we've got drink, we've got clothes.

We're safe, huh?

LUND: Hmm. How about water?

There will be a little condensation from the walls.

That's silly. That's silly!

But washing will have to be done with...

- wine. - Ha!

KRAMER: Hmm.

This is the best time I've had since the war started.

All I need is a woman.

(GROWLING)

Hey, Visconti.

Your last woman, hmm? What was she like?

Oh, come on, tell me. What was she like, huh?

Big tits?

Oh, tell us more.

- KHOZEK: Hey, Kramer. - Yeah?

How long since we're here?

Three days.

KHOZEK: How do you know?

I don't know.

It could be day or night.

VISCONTI: Yeah. Long legs.

- Red hair. - Red hair.

She has toasted skin.

Marvellous...

- And... - How many times?

No, tell me, Visconti.

- What, twenty-five? - No, three.

"No, three."

(LAUGHING)

Grabinski...

You know, I've been studying these candles.

They last about five hours each.

Since we have been in this room, we have burnt exactly twelve.

GRABINSKI: Khozek, please remember the last room on the right.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

My pulse rate is normally seventy-two beats per minute.

If you multiply that by sixty, it would give you

4,320 beats per hour.

Hmm?

Now, we have been down here about twenty-four hours

before we came to this room.

That makes three days, you know, exactly.

Seems a pretty reliable way to keep time.

- Providing we have candles... - Candles.

And my heart doesn't stop.

Yeah.

We could be here for quite some time.

Oh, yes.

But I...

have made a list.

There are supplies down here sufficient to feed an entire army.

Well, certainly for us.

Masses of things. —AU FRET: Bloody mess.

What a bloody mess.

This place...

is getting out of control.

VISCONTI: No, sometimes two.

Sometimes one.

Let's clean up.

(CONVERSATION CONTINUES)

“Soon“?

- Yes? - AUFRET: Come on, clean up.

VISCONTI: Yes, you'll have to see her.

I'd like to do that.

You too, Rouquet.

Yes, Aufret, you are right.

But why can you not ask?

I'm still the section leader here.

Hey, Khozek, tidy up!

Grabinski, what'll I do with it?

It stinks.

We'll get disease.

Of course.

We must just go against the walls,

use the cardboard boxes,

- fill them up with... - (DISTANT BANGING)

grain to absorb it, and...

(BANGING)

(BANGING)

What's that?

Who is it?

Lund.

What does he think he's doing?

(BANGING CONTINUES)

AU FRET: Lund, What are you doing?

LUND: If you listen careful, you can hear the sea.

AU FRET: Ah, you'll never get through there.

You're wasting your time.

Through there is the open air,

and I don't have anything else to do with my time.

That's stupid.

The Germans will rescue us.

Yeah, sure.

(ECHOING BANGING)

(FLUTTERING CARDS)

Rouquet?

Mmm?

VISCONTI: What are you doing?

Just poetry.

Poetry? What kind? (CHUCKLING)

Er... Well, I'm...

I'm trying to remember some poetry that, er...

one of my pupils wrote, you know?

It's difficult.

- Kramer? - KRAMER: Mmm.

- Let's play some cards. - All right. Okay.

Three.

Kramer!

Get your hair cut. You've got lice.

KRAMER: Go back to sleep.

- I haven't been asleep. - KRAMER: Oh, for Christ's sake.

I've been watching you a lot.

Go away.

You're a disgrace, you know that?

Disgusting.

And the German lies there all day,

eating and playing with himself.

Two weeks down here, look at the lot of you.

It's not two weeks, Aufret.

It's not two weeks.

It's at least, um...

seven. Seven weeks.

- Seven?! - Mmm.

It's rubbish.

(CHUCKLING)

He'll never dig his way out of there.

You lot just wait for the Germans to come back!

Then... yeah, you'll see.

Piss off.

"Piss off"?

Without me...

you lot...

wouldn't last any time down here!

Especially you, Kramer.

(KRAMER CHUCKLING)

(OTHERS JOINING IN)

- (SPITTING) - (GASPING)

(AU FRET YELLING)

(LAUGHING)

Now, Kramer, stop! Enough!

Collaborator. (SPITTING)

- You, you are nothing. - (CHUCKLING)

You gimp. You'd do anything.

You'd even fuck your own mother.

Mi é rotto I coglioni.

Basta cosi.

I cut you to pieces, Aufret.

Bloody collaborator.

I'll kill him!

I'll kill him!

- (PUNCHING) - (GRUNTING)

I'm, um...

get... getting out of here.

I'm gonna sleep on my own.

I'm all right. I...

I know what I'm doing. I'm not...

I'm not...

gonna face a firing squad when they...

when they get me out. I'm...

Er... I'm gonna keep discipline.

I'm gonna...

I'm gonna keep this whole place in order.

(LOUD BANGING)

Mmm.

(BOTTLE CLINKING)

Aufret is listening.

KRAMER: (LOUDLY) Did I ever tell you about

that woman of Aufret's, hmm?

- VISCONTI: No. - No?

Round...

and fat...

and she was a whore!

He was a policeman.

Yes. That's how they met. Had the same beat.

He married her, became her pimp!

- Well, two jobs. - (MEN CHUCKLING)

Give me the glass here.

He's gone.

Mmm, may I try some?

Who's there?

LUND: It's Lund.

Go away. I don't want you here.

Kramer and “soon“...

I think they didn't mean anything.

80, um...

if you want to come back...

I mean, um...

I think we should stay together.

I'm staying here.

Well, that's up to you.

Go away! Go away.

That's...

Yes.

And then, if you want to come back soon...

do so.

You want to survive too, don't you?

(GRABINSKI SIGHING)

ROUQUET: Check.

I'm very sorry, Rouquet,

but you must resign.

Hmm.

There's no point in playing with you, Grabinski.

You always win.

I'm going to read.

KHOZEK: Hey...

Hey, I'm thinner.

ROUQU ET: It's not possible, Khozek.

You eat too much.

Therefore, you will never become thin.

I am.

Why?

I eat...

salamis and tins,

tins of meat, and jams,

and pickles, cheeses, and...

wine.

Look at me!

It's the lack of exercise.

Look at Kramer. At least he started.

Rum...

KRAMER“. I have lice.

GRABINSKI: Perhaps you should have a haircut.

KRAMER: Perhaps I should have it all cutoff.

- GRABINSKI: All off? - KRAMER: Why not?

- It itches. - Really?

Yes, really. Go on, out it.

- Okay. - Yeah.

- GRABINSKI: Okay? - Yeah.

Cut it all off.

You know, Aufret spends his whole time out there listening.

Huh? Yeah.

(CHUCKLING)

(KRAMER CHUCKLING)

What are you grinning at, Visconti?

Stupid bastard.

(KHOZEK GROANING)

- KRAMER: Hmm? - GRABINSKI: Keep still!

Oh, I've got no hair now. It's gone.

GRABINSKI: Keep still.

- Huh? - Huh.

That's all right. It's okay.

- Here, you should keep still. - No, no, don't.

Oh, Christ.

So, what do I look like, eh?

You look like an egg.

Good. Fine. Okay.

(BELCHING)

All right, let's get drunk.

Yes, let's celebrate that.

Right.

Oh!

Feels good. It's clean.

Here's to liberation.

(LAUGHING)

(BELCHING)

(SIGHING)

(CHUCKLING)

And... And... (BELCHING)

And to Naples.

Yes!

Drink to that.

To Names, and Roma, and... and...

everywhere.

I'm drunk.

(LAUGHING)

(DRIPPING)

Come out!

Come on.

Come out and fight!

There's no use hiding. I know you're there.

Let's see you.

(GRUNTING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(CORK POPPING)

It's me.

It's Aufret.

Remember me?

I'm waiting for you!

You're cowards, all of you.

They're dead.

All dead. All of you. All dead.

Dead and buried!

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Shouldn't we do something?

(AUFRET LAUGHING)

What can we do?

He's drunk.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

But we shouldn't leave him alone.

VISCONTI: It's his choice. Leave him.

(LIQUID TRICKLING)

I need another barrel.

Hmm.

(GRUNTING)

Why, I don't mind.

I don't mind.

I don't mind.

This is not bad.

What's that?

Get up! Get up!

How much you get?

(SIGHING)

Everybody say his name!

(LAUGHING)

Broke you, didn't they, Grabinski?

(LAUGHING)

And you, Kramer?

No. (CHUCKLING)

No, no, not... not me, no.

No.

You'll never get me.

I'm safe!

I'm all right!

(CLATTERING)

I can't see.

I can't see!

See!

I can't...

I can't hear!

I can't...

(SOBBING)

Vision! Please!

(RETCHING AND SCREAMING)

Oh!

(SIGHING)

(GRUNTING)

Aufret? Aufret!

(MUTTERING A PRAYER)

Amen. Amen.

ROUQUET: What are we going to do?

LUND: Bury him.

ROUQU ET: How?

The flour in the grain store.

(GRUNTING)

LUND: That's it.

I didn't know.

I didn't...

GRABINSKI: Understand?

I'm frightened.

May he rest in peace.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(SILENT MOUTHING)

I've got here an English game.

Would anyone like to play?

Hmm? How about you, Khozek?

Hmm?

ROUQUET: Would you like to play this game with me?

GRABINSKI: What is it?

It is called dominoes.

GRABINSKI: It sounds Greek to me.

Yes, it does sound Greek.

But, nevertheless, it is English.

Possibly... I don't know the name of the inventor...

Possibly he was Greek, living in England.

On the other hand, of course,

he could have been English and went to Greece

and brought it back with him.

Will you explain to us how to play this game?

I'll can tell you one thing, it's much too simple for you, Grabinski.

But I will explain, however.

You were in England?

No, I have not been to England.

I discovered this game from outside of England.

Yes, well, take all of these out of here.

Put them on the floor.

I will then explain to you what the reason for the dots is.

- (VISCONTI CLEARS THROAT) - Visconti, you want to play this game with us?

I'm gonna have a wash.

You are going to have a wash?

ROUQU ET: No, that's right.

You can't expect to have dots on all of them.

There are not enough dots for everybody.

Everyone has got some dots, some people don't have dots.

Wait one second.

Seven each. Each of you take seven.

But before you... No, no, wait, wait.

Please, wait.

I don't interfere with your chess games.

I'll explain the rules.

All of these dots count against you or for you,

- depending which... - Can you bet?

- Can you bet with this game? - You can bet with the game, yes.

- That's the whole idea. - I think you'll lose.

Why do you think I will lose?

How can you possibly tell I can lose, when...

- when I'm teaching you this game? - Never mind. Carry on.

- After I've taught you the game, I'll be... - Carry on. Carry on, please.

- In a position to say whether I can or not. - Please, carry on. Carry on.

Take seven each, please, first of all, before we do anything.

Seven.

You really do say some stupid things sometimes, Grabinski.

I know that...

(CLATTERING)

Oh, Shit!

(GRUNTING)

Great!

Unbelievable.

(CLANGING)

- Piece of... - (CLAN KING)

(GRUNTING)

(KRAMER GROANING)

- Okay? - Okay. You win.

You win.

Ah-ha!

Whoa-ho-ho. Oh. Oh.

(GRUNTING)

Oh, get down.

(GRUNTING)

All right? All right?

Okay. Okay.

Okay, now, finished. Enough.

Time for a rub-down, hmm?

(SPLASHING)

(SPLASHING)

Christ.

- It's cold? - It's cold. That's cold.

(SPLASHING)

Winter must be nearly over now.

Hmm.

May be spring.

Who knows?

Not even Rouquet pretends to know anymore.

If you do that, you've lost.

No, I haven't, because...

Why?

GRABINSKI: Why? Try to think.

I'm going to take your queen.

GRABINSKI: But it is my turn.

KRAMER: What will you do?

I don't see.

Yes.

KHOZEK: (GRUNTING) Hey. Hey.

Hey, hey!

Hey, that's beautiful.

Where did you get that?

Where?

Eh? Where?

- KHOZEK: In the store room. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - That's a find!

Can I... Can I... Can I go?

Can I go on it?

- Yeah. - Eh? Nice!

LUND: How did I do?

Puts you in the lead.

I'm in the lead?

(LAUGHING)

Good. It was fun.

KHOZEK: Me, now!

No, Khozek. You're last.

Hold it, now.

Listen, you'll all take a turn.

ROUQUET: Now, um...

Remember, it's the same as before, huh?

I will say, "One, two, three," and I will light the match.

Then, you go.

You'll easily beat Lund.

Rouquet?

ROUQU ET: One, two, three, go.

(SKIDDING)

(CLATTERING)

(CLATTERING)

KHOZEK: Careful!

(CRASHING)

My bicycle!

But he won.

GRABINSKI: He'll be all right. He's only knocked out.

(CLANGING)

(PANTING)

(BANGING)

Damn it!

Shit!

Aufret.

He's leaking.

(CLATTERING)

VISCONTI: Why didn't we notice the smell?

We got used to it, that's all.

(BANGING)

(COUGHING)

(BANGING)

(WAVES LAPPING)

(SEAGULLS CRYING)

(COUGHING)

(KRAMER EXHALING)

Want to sit down?

LUND: I don't know if you want to have a biscuit or something.

Oh.

Yeah.

LUND: I wouldn't offer that, because I've...

got some infections there.

(SIGHING)

(COUGHING)

KRAMER: We thought...

Grabinski and I...

that we would have a party.

What kind of party?

Just a party.

I see. Hmm.

Well, that, er...

sounds good.

Oh.

Am I, um...

invfled?

How's, er...

How's the...

banging?

Well, it's, er...

It proceeds. It proceeds.

♪ Adeste Fideles

♪ Laeti triumphantes

♪ Venite, venite in Bethlehem

♪ Natum videte

♪ Regem angelorum

♪ Venite adoremus

♪ Venite adoremus

♪ Venite adoremus, Dominum

♪ God of God

♪ Light of light

♪ Lo, he abhors not

♪ The Virgin's womb

♪ Very God

♪ Begotten not created

♪ Oh come let us adore Him

♪ Oh come let us adore Him

♪ Oh come let us adore Him

♪ Christ the Lord ♪

GRABINSKI: Christ... (SOBBING)

the Lord.

VISCONTI: I'm drunk.

I didn't think I'd ever get drunk again.

Could I...

Could I have some...

cognac, please?

Some co... cognac, please?

Get it yourself.

LUND: Happy Christmas.

ROUQUET: Thank you, Lund.

Thank you, Lund.

Lund...

Happy Christmas, Lund.

LUND: Thank you.

(ROUQUET COUGHING)

VISCONTI: Grabinski.

Grabinski.

Won't you have a drink?

Gram...

GRABINSKI: Yeah?

KRAMER: Drink with us.

(MUTTERED REFUSAL)

KRAMER: Oh, please. Drink with us.

- VISCONTI: Come on. - KRAMER: Please.

VISCONTI: Ah, come on.

KRAMER: Come on, drink.

VISCONTI: Drink with us. Show us.

ROUQUET: Drink.

(CLATTERING)

(CLANGING)

(GLASS BREAKING)

Bogam pokazie!

Ah!

(EXHALING)

Brrr!

LUND: ♪ Stille Nacht ♪

OTHERS JOINING IN: ♪ Heilige Nacht ♪

- (VISCONTI LAUGHING) - ♪ Alles schléft ♪

(VOICES OVERLAPPING) ♪ Einsam wacht

♪ Nur das traute hochheilige Paar

♪ Holder Knabe im Iockigen Haar

♪ Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh

♪ Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh ♪

Merry Christmas.

(KRAMER HUMMING)

(COUGHING)

(KRAMER AND GRABINSKI HUMMING)

(BOTTLE BREAKING)

(HUMMING MARTIAL TUNE)

(FEET BEATING RHYTHM)

♪ De da dada dadah! ♪

♪ Ya da dada da dah ♪

(LAUGHING)

♪ Pa pa dada dada dum pa dada dada

♪ Rum pa trala trala ♪

- Na zdrowie! - Mmm!

(WORDLESS SINGING RESUMES)

GRABINSKI: Da!

Da!

Ha!

(EXHALING)

(GRABINSKI LAUGHING)

Oh, you!

I am strong.

You are weak,

and you are old.

(LAUGHING)

(COUGHING)

You are old.

Du Arschloch, du!

(SHOUTING)

(AUDIBLE IMPACT)

(CLATTERING)

LUND: He is dead.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Where is Kramer?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

VISCONTI: I Will find him.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

VISCONTI: Kramer?

You were there.

It's cold.

You'd better come back with us.

It's not your fault about Grabinski.

It was an accident.

(SIGHING) Yes.

Yes, an accident.

Have a drink?

All right.

Get some sleep.

VISCONTI: Well...

Yes?

Where is he?

He's in the tunnel.

I don't think he'll come back.

Oh.

Shouldn't I...

ROUQUET: I will get him some candles and food.

Mmm.

(VISCONTI WHISPERING TO HIMSELF)

LUND: Rouquet.

Rouquet.

Rouquet.

Huh?

- LUND: We're running out. - Wha...?

We're running out of candles.

That's all we've got.

- Are you sure? - LUND: Yeah.

But...

But there are...

boxes.

Well, yes. How many have you got?

One... two... three... Here.

LUND: One? Two?

That's all?

Visconti has got...

Yes, Visconti...

ROUQU ET: Maybe Khozek...

LUND: How many have you got?

I don't know. Look for yourself.

LUND: Khozek?

Hey, Khozek, where do you hide your candles?

Khozek, what...?

What are you doing?

(GRUNTING)

Khozek's dead.

Help me, Lund.

(CLATTERING)

(GRUNTING)

(CLATTERING)

(LUND COUNTING QUIETLY)

(COUGHING)

(BANGING)

(SEAGULLS CRYING OUTSIDE)

There's only three left now.

One for each.

Yes.

Rouquet?

Mmm?

Rouquet?

Wha...?

(FOOTSTEPS RETREATING)

(FIZZLING)

Rouquet...

is gone.

(BLOWING)

Why?

LUND: It's only a candle.

(FIZZLING)

VISCONTI: I don't want to die.

(CLATTERING)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(METAL SCRAPING)

(BANGING)

SUBTITLES BY POWERHOUSE FILMS LTD