All language subtitles for The Grand Illusion 193 CD2-English

Open the window.
It stinks in here!

Sir, may I point out there are
only two pairs of white gloves left.

We can't get any gloves here.

Try to make them last.

Yes, sir... More coffee, sir?

If you call this muck coffee,
I have to accept it.

At least it warms my insides.

The list of new prisoners, sir.

Three new officer POWs reporting, sir!

Delighted to see you again, Boeldieu.

But I'm sorry to see you here.

We feel the same.

Sit down, gentlemen.

No, thank you, sir.

As you wish.

Captain de Boeldieu,

four escape attempts:

Through a heating duct,
in a garbage bin,

via the sewers,
in a laundry basket.

One must lower oneself,
at times.

I understand.

Lieutenant Mar�chal,
five attempts at escape:

Disguised as a chimney sweep...

Correction, sir:
heating engineer.

Disguised as a German soldier,

disguised as a woman.

Amusing, very amusing.

But less so when an NCO
tried to pick me up. That I didn't like!

Indeed?

I assure you.

Lieutenant Demolder,
three attempts...

Gentlemen, I respect
your patriotism and courage.

But the situation
is completely different here.

No one escapes from this fortress.

You understand me, don't you?

So as not to be accused
of German barbarism,

I have decided to apply
French regulations.

Look them over.

They make good bedtime reading.

And now, gentlemen,
if you will follow me...

Oswald! My coat.

My soldiers aren't young,

but they enjoy playing soldier.

We have 25 more guns like this one.

I suppose you know the Maxim gun?

Very well, sir.

But I prefer the restaurant.

Touch�!

12th century.

Excuse me, sir...

Was this villa built specially
for Captain de Boeldieu and myself?

Are we your only boarders?

Your comrades are back there.

13th century.

A 120-foot drop.

So kind of you
to show us around the grounds.

It's such a nice castle, sir.

It's so old...

And so cheerful.

Sorry I can't give you
a room to yourself.

I'm touched,
but I'd never have accepted.

I hope our walk
didn't weary you too much.

Not at all, sir, we're fine.

- 14th century.
- Pure Gothic.

If you don't mind, gentlemen...

Your friend Lt. Rosenthal,
from the Hallbach camp, is here.

- Not old Rosenthal!
- He wasn't any luckier.

The commandant has put you all
in the same room.

That way you'll eat better.

That's very nice of him.

A mere formality.

- I caught it with a brunette.
- Who can you trust?

A friend of my mother's.
Quite respectable. She did charity work.

In good society it's usually the pox.

Right, Boeldieu?

The pox used to be our privilege.
But we've lost it.

Like so many others.

Everything is popularized.

Cancer and gout
aren't working-class diseases,

but they will be, believe me.

How about intellectuals?

With us it's tuberculosis.

Here's Mr. Pindar.

And the middle class?

Liver and intestinal ailments...
They eat too much.

We'd each die
of our own class diseases,

if war didn't make all germs equal.

Your dictionaries are in my way.

Excuse me,

but Pindar has always been
so badly translated.

A lamentable oversight.
I'm so sorry.

Not that I care,
but who's this guy Pindar?

Go on, joke! But Pindar
means more to me than anything...

More than you, the war, my life!

Pindar is the greatest Greek poet.

The greatest Greek poet?

You don't say...

There! My map's just about finished.

See... this is where we are...

16 miles above this bend
in the Main River.

To reach Switzerland
above Lake Constance

and avoid the Rhine,
we'd have to travel...

- 200 miles.
- No kidding!

That means walking 15 nights on 6 lumps
of sugar and 2 biscuits a day.

You and your map, you're as crazy
as him and his Pindar. To escape...

There! My picture's finished.

"Justice Pursuing Crime."

It came out all right.

Look, to reach this Constance place...

Will it hold?

It can hold 10 of you and 5 like me.

They're searching the rooms!

- Under the mattress, quick!
- No, under mine!

That won't do.

It's childish.

May I?

Now there's an idea!

A convenient little gutter.

Here they are!

Gentlemen... inspection.

"Louise wrote to Victor:

I am as weary as a girl
after 22 nights of love."

22 nights of love, imagine that!

Continue!

Not that corner!

Give me your word that you've nothing
in here against regulations.

You have my word.

But why my word and not theirs?

The word of a...

Rosenthal...

and a Mar�chal?

It's as good as ours.

Perhaps.

No, not that!

It's very rare.

Poor old Pindar!

They really are stupid.

Everything go all right in here?

- Not bad.
- For us, too.

And how is your cousin,
Edmond de Boeldieu,

the military attach� I met in Berlin?

He's doing well. He's very happy.

He lost an arm
and married a rich woman.

A truly fine career.

Recognize her?

Sit down.

Let me tell you something...

Believe me,

my present functions

revolt me as much as they do you.

That's being harsh.

I used to be a combatant.

Now I'm a bureaucrat, a policeman.

But it's the only way

I can still appear to be

serving my fatherland.

I have burns all over...
That explains my gloves.

My spine is fractured in two places.

A silver plate.

In my kneecap, too.

I owe these riches
to the misfortunes of war.

- May I ask you a question?
- Of course.

Why did you make

an exception of me

by inviting me here?

Because your name is Boeldieu,
career officer in the French Army.

And I am Rauffenstein, career officer
in the German Imperial Army.

But my comrades are officers, as well.

A Mar�chal and a Rosenthal, officers?

They're fine soldiers.

Charming legacy
of the French Revolution.

Neither you nor I
can stop the march of time.

Boeldieu...

I don't know who will win this war,

but whatever the outcome,

it will mean the end of
the Rauffensteins and the Boeldieus.

We're no longer needed.

Isn't that a pity?

Perhaps.

I admire the way
you tend your geranium.

Don't think I've become a botanist,

but it's the only flower
in the fortress.

Nothing grows here but ivy and nettles.

I'm glad I'm leaving with you.

With us.

Sure, I like Boeldieu, but...

With him...

I never really feel at ease.

Different backgrounds...
There's a wall between us.

He's a terrific guy.

Sure, and he's on the level, but...

Suppose you and I were on the skids.

We'd just be two bums.

If it happened to him,

he'd still be "Monsieur de Boeldieu."

Anyway, you've been terrific, too,

feeding us with your parcels.

That's all vanity.

I'm really proud to come
from a rich family.

Inviting you to my table
is my way of showing it.

Most people think we're stingy.

Wrong. We're often generous.

Unfortunately, along with that quality,

Jehovah gave us an overdose of pride.

To hell with Jehovah!

All I know is you've been a real pal.

We've received a large crate,

a gift from our Czarina.

Please come and share it with us.

From the Czarina? Must be caviar.

- Coming, Boeldieu? They've got vodka.
- Vodka? Lead on.

Now we can pay you back
for all your kindness.

The Czarina is always good-hearted.

Quite a lady, your Czarina.

Think of what's in store!

"Principles of Algebra"...
"Elementary Ethics"... "Grammar"...

A cook book!

Something to sink your teeth into!

What a farce!

Let's go before something happens.

Goodbye, thanks anyway.

- The Cossacks aren't happy!
- Let's get out of here!

You have no right to burn books!

It's crazy sending us books!

The sentries are busy with the Russians.

It's a long drop here,
but it's unguarded.

If only we'd been ready!
What a chance!

- Especially at night!
- We'll try again.

It was kind of them
to hold a rehearsal for us.

Now we know if one man
can divert them for 5 minutes,

his comrades can escape.

- Too risky!
- You're exaggerating.

It would amuse me.

When do you want to go?

Why us? You're in it, too.

Why not? Don't you trust us?

- That wouldn't stop me.
- Well then?

A plan like yours
can only work with two men.

And I know your preference.

- It's not fair.
- What's fair in war?

We can't accept that.

I'm not asking you...

I'm telling you.

The arts aren't forbidden here.

You like music?

So-so... I like a good waltz.

I love the flute.

Here's the program:
We buy flutes for everyone.

On the given day:
concert in all the rooms at 5 p.m.

That's when night falls.

Five minutes later,
they confiscate our flutes.

At 5:15,

another concert
with anything at hand:

saucepans, animal noises,

grinding teeth, whatever...

Result: assembly in the courtyard.

Then what?

That's my concern.
You'll have five minutes...

to clear the walls and reach the woods.

Look, Boeldieu,

I don't know how to put it,
but I feel awful about this.

- Come now!
- Yes, awful.

I'd like to say something...

Pour some warm water
over my gloves, will you?

Whatever happens,
I want you to know that...

I'm not doing this for you personally.

So we needn't get mawkish.

Go on.

But there are times in life...

Let's avoid them, shall we?

Excuse me...

So you'll be wearing those?

Any objections?

No, but white gloves
for this sort of thing, what an idea!

To each his own style.

You can't do anything
like other people.

We've been together
eighteen months,

and you still stand on ceremony.

I'm the same with my mother
and my wife.

In that case...

No thanks, English tobacco
gives me a sore throat.

No doubt about it: gloves, tobacco...

We've got nothing in common.

Say what you like,

but where there are Germans,
there is order.

Sure, the old man is a bit mad

with his flower pot and all...

A good thing I'm here
to keep those scoundrels in check.

I was a teacher back home.

Lieutenant, confiscate
those damned flutes at once!

I advise you not to start again!

We'll do just that in 15 minutes.

Order executed, sir.

You see? It worked.

Put them on bread and water
for three days. And no parcels.

Ready, boys... Two seconds...

Assembly!

I understand my students now.
What a lark!

While it lasts.

Well...

What?

Goodbye.

Boeldieu!

De Boeldieu!

Listen!

I beg you! Come down!

Lieutenants Mar�chal and Rosenthal
have escaped.

So that's why.

Searchlights!

Send out patrols with dogs!

Alert all military
and civil authorities!

Report back to me every quarter hour!

Your orders have been carried out, sir.

No sign of the fugitives yet.

Forgive me.

I would have done the same.

French or German, duty is duty.

Are you in pain?

I didn't think
a bullet in the stomach hurt so much.

I aimed at your legs.

It was 500 feet, with poor visibility...

Besides, I was running.

Please, no excuses.

I was clumsy.

I'm not the one to be pitied.

For me it will all be over...

soon.

But you'll have to carry on.

Carry on a futile existence.

For a commoner,
dying in a war is a tragedy.

But for you and me,

it's a good way out.

I missed my chance.

You shouldn't be talking so much.

Sir...

We should've avoided the road.

We couldn't sleep in the reeds.

He's gone.

Didn't you see it was a woman?

- Let's get going.
- Wait till dark.

I'm freezing, I have to move.

Want your sugar?

There's not much left.

And we've a long way to go.

- What about you?
- I ate mine, I was hungry.

You keep it, so I won't be tempted.

You poor thing...
You ate your buttons, too?

Does it show?

So we're not waiting till dark?

No, we'll skirt the village first.

Your foot hurt?

It's nothing... a nerve.

Let's go.

You coming?

You coming or what?

I'm doing the best I can.

You and your foot!

It's not my fault! I slipped.

You slipped! That's all I hear.

If you get us caught,
you'll explain you slipped?

We're out of food.
Might as well give up now.

- Gladly. I've had enough too.
- Had enough of me?

Damn right! If you only knew
how you make me sick!

Well, the feeling's mutual.

You're a dead weight,
a ball and chain.

I never could stomach Jews!

A bit late to realize that!
Clear out, you're dying to.

You said it!

Get lost! I'm sick of your ugly mug!

I'm going! You're on your own now!
So long!

So long! Go ahead!

I'm so happy I could sing...

There once was a little steamboat

Which had ne-ne-never gone to sea

After five or six weeks at sea

The supplies
were al-al-almost gone for good...

Why'd you come back?

Come on.

Let's go, fella.

- Had enough?
- It's okay.

- Want to rest in that shed there?
- Too risky.

- I can't see any smoke.
- Even so...

When the ship's on fire,
you go overboard.

Right. Overboard we go!

Let's go, old man.

- Someone's there.
- The window! Run for it.

I'll draw them off.

Don't move! Keep quiet.

Stay where you are!

French...

We're not thieves.

Prisoners of war?

You speak German?

I sprained my foot. We're exhausted.
We're not thieves.

I'm not afraid.

Go on, call the police.
I won't walk another step!

You sprained your foot?

She says to come into the house.

No, I don't trust her.

She says she's alone here.

She says her child's asleep,
so don't make any noise.

Come and sit down here.

I'll be right back.

Hungry? Yes.

- She asked if you're hungry.
- Yeah, I understood.

What about you?

I just want to sleep.

Excuse me, but how far is W�lfisheim?

Eight miles.

I'd sooner stay here
than slog up there!

But duty's duty.
Thanks and good night.

Hush! My child's asleep!

My husband.

Killed at Verdun.

My brothers...

Killed at Li�ge...
Charleroi... Tannenberg.

Our biggest victories.

The table's too big now.

Relax, it's only me!

You don't mind
if a Frenchman feeds you.

You smell like my grandfather's cows.
A good smell.

You're a cow from W�rtemberg

and I'm a working man from Paris,
but we can still be pals!

You're a poor cow,
I'm a poor soldier.

We each do our best.

You're a bright little girl.

Mommy and I know everything.

Really?

Then how much milk
does the cow give each month?

Mommy knows that.
I know I have ten fingers.

She asked for water.

I know.

For 18 months, I never understood
the guards. But her I understand.

- Nice, but it looks cheap.
- I did my best.

I was talking to Santa Claus.

Joseph's got a nice beard!

Here's the Virgin Mary.

Isn't my little donkey cute?

And my ox?

And the infant Jesus...

An ancestor of mine.

"Touch�!"
as poor Boeldieu would say.

- Think he's dead?
- Let's not talk about it.

We're ready. Go get the kid.

Hold on...
The gramophone and the candles.

Lights out!

Lotte! Baby Jesus has come.

I knew he would!

Is it for me?

I want little Jesus.

To take to bed?

No, to eat.

He's not for eating.

She wants to eat Baby Jesus!

Strictly forbidden, my sweet!

Then I'll eat Joseph.

All right, but in bed.

She wants Joseph? There you go.

You're a good little girl.

Your gramophone's on the blink.

How do you say:
"Lotte has blue eyes"?

Go to sleep, pumpkin.

I don't know how to thank you.

Thank us?

We owe you so much.

Well... good night.

I'll make some coffee.

The coffee's ready.

Say it in French.

Have you told her we're leaving?

Not yet.

It's high time.

You tell her.

- We must be going.
- I knew it.

Mar�chal couldn't bear to tell you.

Why?

I always knew he'd have to go.

Come on in.

There's hot coffee.

You should eat something
before you go.

Do we wait until dark?

Sure.

Let's say good-bye to the cow.

I've been alone too long.

I've waited so long.

If you knew how happy I've been

to hear your footsteps
around the house.

Elsa... Listen.

When war over...

if me not dead...

Understand?

I... come back here... no?

And you... after... come...

with me... to France.

With Lotte... no?

For the journey.

Go quickly. It's better that way.

- Not looking back?
- If I do, I might never leave.

- Let's move.
- We're not waiting till dark?

We'd lose our way.

The woods will hide us. But in
the valley, we'll have to stay low.

You're sure that's Switzerland?

- Positive.
- It all looks the same.

You can't see borders.
They're man-made.

Nature couldn't care less.

I want to see an end to all this.

Then I'd go back for Elsa.

- You love her?
- I think so.

Even if we do make it,

you'll go back to flying
and me to gunning, we'll keep fighting.

Like the fellas.
We've got to end this damn war...

and make it the last.

Don't delude yourself.

Let's come down to earth.
What if we run into a patrol?

We split up, and try our luck.

Just in case, let's say goodbye
and see you soon.

- So long, you dirty Jew.
- So long, you old dog.

Don't shoot!
They're in Switzerland.

Good for them!