All language subtitles for Liebes.Lager.1976 (1)_track3_[eng]

You'll get used to it.

What am I doing here?
With all there is to do in the office.

Taking note that you'll have to
distribute three less rations tomorrow.

March.

Prisoners, halt.

To your left.
March.

Prisoners reporting for the reading
of their sentences, sir.

It's a waste of time, Werner.
And what do you want?

Hang us and get this over with.
-Silence.

I won't allow a prisoner to talk
to me like this.

Have you forgotten how you would ask
for permission before addressing me?

You weren't the widow of
traitor Hoffmann then.

General Hoffman,
to you, colonel.

Like she's the widow of General
Vakenvutt...

And she's the orphaned daughter
of General Schoenberg.

Traitors, Vakenvutt and Schoenberg.
-It seems we're a nation of traitors.

Now come on, carry out your
Fuhrer's wretched vendetta.

What are you waiting for?
Hang this witch immediately.

You bunch of fools.
Do I have to do everything?

Right away, sir.
-Forward, march.

Where the hell are those
idiots going?

Sorry.
-You others, hurry.

Did you know that the bridge at
Remagen has been taken intact?

How do you know?
-I know.

And do you know what it means?

That soon you'll be swinging
up there...

And the only thing that upsets me is
that I won't be there to see it.

What are you waiting for?
You useless fools!

Do I have to do it myself?
Get a move on.

That witch is pretty smart.

Hubert.
Shorten that rope.

Hubert was carrying out
my orders, sir.

Your orders were wrong.
-I'm a medical officer...

And I'm qualified to say,
that if you shorten the rope...

Death won't be instantaneous,
she'll suffocate.

I'm the captain and I'm qualified
to order you to be quiet.

Hubert, shorten those ropes.

They deny the progress of science
to return to medieval times.

Shame on you.

Silence.
I'll kill anyone who speaks.

It will be over soon.

Quiet, you.
-Werner, remember...

I'll meet you here in less than...

What a thud.
That fool Hubert.

Hold their legs.

Always more wretched and disgusting.

Look at Fanning, he's like an artist staring
at the destruction of his masterpiece.

We've gone back a thousand years.
This is to deny progress!

And them,
what are they doing on the floor?

Forward, march.

To the barracks.
-To the barracks.

Return to the barracks.
-Schumacher.

Yes, sir.
-Punish those fools.

You don't behave like old women
when they're German women.

Under no circumstance.
Understood?

Yes, sir.

It's unheard of.
In 1766...

Collcraft,
hangman of London...

Established the principle of the
length of the fall...

Weight and height of the condemned,
circumference of the neck...

They're fixed elements of a
scientific equation.

Really?
-Of course!

Ignoring my data, the major
rendered the execution a disaster...

I should file a report.
-Do you think so?

To who?
-The command...

Listen to the radio sometime...

At the point we're at now,
you wouldn't even have time to write it.

But it's my duty.
-Do you know what you can do?

Write a scientific study.

That way, when the Americans
hang you...

They'll know exactly what to do.

Good idea, captain.
I'd write it in verses!

Hoffman did okay,
she told that pig.

And what did she gain?
Didn't you see what happened?

Anyway, it will happen
to all of us...

We'll all die following that asshole
Fanning's scientific criteria.

If anything...

I know what I'm going to say to
those jackals when it's my turn.

What happened today is unheard of.

And I will take severe measures.

Sergeant Hubert.
-Yes, sir.

What you did today is scandalous.
-I did what the captain told me.

Silence.

I wasn't alluding to the error
committed by captain Fanning...

And repaired by me.

But the fact that you dared
to touch...

...the prisoner's buttocks before
they were whipped.

The major says you touched their butts
before whipping them.

Captain, I won't stand for that
kind of language in here.

I just wanted to put them
in the right position.

Katz.

They were undoubtedly
lascivious, major.

You'll regret this, you pig.

I should have you arrested,
sergeant Hubert.

It's only the fact that I don't
know how to replace you...

...that prevents me from transferring
you to some military exercise in Russia.

And also the fact that there aren't any
military exercises in Russia...

Given that Russia has changed sides.
-Captain Hausmann...

You listen to radio London.
You're a defeatist.

Far from it, sir.

The news came from Goebells
himself...

To highlight the heroic resistance
of the German troops.

I've finished with you.

What happened today is
your fault...

There's no order here.
There's no discipline.

And above all...

You do not question the moral
principles that I have established.

This is a special camp...

The women kept prisoner here
aren't foreigners...

Or worse, jews.

They're criminals,
or the relatives of criminals...

Who have committed acts of treason
against the Fuhrer...

But they're German.

And they have fundamental
rights...

Just like anyone else who is
part of the master race.

They are subject to the same
rules and regulations...

...as any other punishment camp.

But they remain Aryan citizens,
and they must be respected as such.

We know, major.
-I'm not convinced.

For example,
lieutenant Valk...

During shower duty...

Addressed the prisoners,
and stared at them lustfully.

I would never have believed it, Valk.

May I ask the source of your
information, major?

No.
But it's reliable.

So, you are dismissed from
shower duty...

And assigned,
permanently...

To a less distracting task...

Night sentry duty.
-Yes, sir.

I have nothing else to say, gentlemen.

Only to clarify,
for the last time...

That you're not here to have
fun in this camp...

Like some of you might
be thinking.

Right, lieutenant Schumacher?
-No, sir!

You're here to work hard,
with discipline...

For the edification of great Germany.
At ease.

I'm not so pessimisitic,
I don't think they want to kill us.

No?
What makes you think that?

I heard that conditions are lot worse
in the other camps...

There, they kill them en-masse.
Here, they have to follow certain rules.

They pretend to open a case,
and write a sentence...

The result is the same.
-But it's not just that...

Here, in a certain sense,
they respect us...

As you know, Major Werner
is very strict about this.

Isn't it true?
-You're so naive...

Do you know why Werner is
a champion of morality?

Because he's not a man any more.
-What?

A grenade blast robbed him of the
family jewels in Krakov.

How do you know?

It's all they talk about in
the canteen...

Those pigs would love to
get hold of us.

Werner hates women but
he also hates men.

And he needs us to torture them.

You know what I think?
Let's play Werner's game...

Some of them might go crazy,
jump on us...

And then they'll be executed.

That would be a nice result, right?

Get to work, slaves, go and earn what
little you have left of your lives.

They don't lool like they're enjoying
their privileges as pure aryans.

What do you think?

I think that if you keep antagonising
major Werner...

You risk being transferred to
the front line in Russia.

And who says I would mind?

I'm not a dirty rat like you,
Schumacher...

I haven't spent my entire life in
concentration camps.

I'm here because I'm
missing a lung...

Like Beyer, because of his leg.

When it's like that,
do what you want...

If that lung you have left
is troubling you...

Gamble that as well.

I care about my life.

And you think you can save
it staying here?

Can you imagine what the Americans
will do to the Jew exterminators?

Did you understand what Hoffman
said to Werner?

He was right, you know.

Look.

Look at it.

That's where you'll end up,
and sooner than you think.

Do you know where Patton's
troops are right now?

Get a move on,
I don't want to be here all year.

We're doing our best with
these broken brushes.

Prisoner Fischer,
you're not wearing any underwear.

No one said it's obligatory.

And how do you know?
-I looked and I saw.

He looked and he saw.

Do you know what's written
over there?

It says you can't spy on
the prisoners.

Major Werner forbids it...

But you're looking up my skirt.

I hope I don't have to open an enquiry?
-I... It's not true, captain...

I...

Sady, we don't have time now.
It's three o'clock.

Thanks to Katz.
You're so kind!

Come on, kid, it's time for
you to do your duty.

Liuetenant, I hope you're not
upset with me?

You understand, I was being questioned
by the major and I couldn't lie.

Of course, dear Katz.
Duty, like sincerity is the of life.

Here,
a sign of my appreciation.

You wanted to get me in trouble,
you dirty little worm...

But, actually,
you did me a favour.

I ran the risk of becoming neurotic
and impotent on shower duty...

So, thank you.
My dear Katz.

I'll still break your neck at the
first opportunity I get...

If I get there in time, because there's
a line of people waiting to do it.

Given that you know why Valk has been
punished and discharged from shower duty...

It's pointless me recommending you.

Undress.
One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Major Werner has invented a routine
unheard of in all the other camps...

The underwear drill.

Stop.

Pick up your clothes.

To the showers.

Soap.

The highest quality Jewish soap.

Who knows?

The person who made this might have
been a philosophy professor...

A mathematician, perhaps?

And then they say the Jews
are useless.

Water.

Turn it off.

Chest and shoulders,
The left.

In time.
One, two, one, two...

The right.

In time.
One, two, one, two...

Another one of Werner's ideas.

He was a cavalry officer,
in case you didn't know...

One of the dumbest rituals
of military discipline...

...is the abrupt screaming
of an official.

Our major couldn't resist the
temptation.

No, no, you must watch.
That's why you're here.

Watching without succumbing
to temptation, naturally.

Watching without looking.

Water.

They aren't malnourished Jews,
destroyed by suffering...

Many of them,
just a few months ago...

Days ago, even...
Belonged to the cream of society.

They aren't without their
delicacies.

Some of them even demonstrate
a certain amount of courage.

Now you know the drill.
In groups of ten, by this evening.

And remember,
watch but don't look.

"Enemy forces in the suburbs of Berlin
were pushed back by our valorous troops."

"The Fuhrer is overseeing cities
defenses, personally..."

"While troops are gathering
on the Baltic coast..."

"Ready to trap the Russian army that dared
to attack the sacred land of the Reich."

"On the Western front,
Marshall Modal's valorous troops..."

"While the English have been blocked
on their march to Hamburg..."

"...by troops chosen by
General Weikz."

I was just thinking of you,
let me know if this is okay...

"Hanging a man from by his neck isn't the
same as slaughtering a chicken..."

"But a hangman from London,
a man of sound mind..."

"Invented the length of the fall."

"If you'll give me a moment of your
time, I'll explain how..."

"You take a..."
-Enough!

This is despicable,
you joke about such serious things?

Lieutenant Valk, I forbid you...
-Stop everyone!

Nobody dare move.

It's the last pair of glasses I have.

If someone stands on them
I'm finished!

Lieutenant Valk,
you are young and able...

And you can see well,
pick up my glasses immediately.

Everyone else stay still.

Stop!
-Look out.

Damn it!
Valk, I'll kill you.

It wasn't me, captain.
-My glasses.

What's happened to my glasses?

They'll do for now.

They're special glasses,
from an optician in Leipzig.

In that case, you'll have to
ask the Russians.

I'm sorry, I...
-Don't let it get to you.

When you can sit through shower duty
with 300 women and not feel aroused...

You're excused of everything.

"The defences in Berlin have reported
new, important, victories..."

"Russian troops, that had
reached the zoological garden..."

"Were arrested by a division of
the Hitler Youth."

Damn it.

Ten new prisoners for you, Katz.

Here's the list.

Attention!

Ten new prisoners for the camp.

Proceed.

Search.
Undress.

That's enough,
leave them alone now.

Katz.

Stop wasting time.
Hurry up.

Get a move on.
Faster.

Bring it here.

Hurry up, Schumacher.

Attention.

Where is Zaks?

At your orders, sir.
-Let's make this quick.

Yes, sir.

First one forward.

Lean forward slightly.

Nothing, major.

Turn around.

Spread your legs.

Nothing, major.

Bring the next one forward.

Lean forward slightly.

Turn around.

You said you'd help me escape?
-Yes, yes... Be quiet.

But why me?
-Come on.

Quiet.
I told you to be quiet.

Stay still.

Let me go.

Shut up or I'll strangle you.

Will you stop looking at
me like that?

You're making me sick.
-It was your fault, Valk.

I repeat, it wasn't my fault.

Were you being serious?
-About what?

About the allies' revenge.

Hanging us, I mean.

It was a joke, right?

Don't count on it.

I bet your name, along with Fanning and
Binder, is already on their black-list.

But I was following orders,
I was doing my duty.

Tell them, not me.

When the time comes,
I'll figure something out.

Yes? Do you have a submarine
to take you to Argentina?

An airplane to get to Spain.
-There's no need to go that far.

You'll need false identity papers
to hide...

You'll need friends,
and this all costs money.

Especially friends.

I have money put aside.
-So does Katz...

But you'll need real money,
dollars, pounds, Swiss francs.

Here, your Lilly Marlene is waiting
for you under the night sky.

Is this some kind of joke?

Come and have a look.

Come here.

Someone's hung themselves.

Valk, help me.
It's your fault if...

I repeat, it's not my fault.

Valk, climb up and try to
loosen the rope.

False alarm.

I'd like to know which imbecile
did this?

Valk.

I lost my glasses,
find them.

And don't you dare break
them again.

I tell you I didn't break them.
Look out, captain.

Don't talk nonsense.
They fell further forward.

You be careful.

Why did that fool close the ledge?
Where's the door?

Over here.

But it's only natural, I noticed the
length of the rope straight away...

A two and a half metre drop.

Zaks was heavy and he had
a fragile neck...

A deplorable demonstration of
incompetence.

Be quiet.
-Why? What did I say?

What's going on?

Doctor Fanning was giving us
some precious advice...

Just in case any of us decide to
take the same action as Zaks.

Suicide?

It's unheard of.
Despicable.

Shameful.

You'd better not break
them again.

Captain, I tell you I didn't do it.

There they are!

What the hell is going on?

I think captian Binder committed
suicide, major.

This man is pissing on my head.

Relaxation of the sphincter,
it always happens.

Pull him down.

There's no hurry, a fortuitous series
of unfortunate incidents...

Have produced the finest execution
I've ever seen!

Captian Binder died without
even noticing...

A real masterpiece, major.
-Everyone out of here...

I'm going to have to take
drastic measures...

I will not stand for any more
suicides...

Suicide will be treated as desertion.

The guilty will be punished by
the rule of the law.

Give it to me.

Come on.

God help us.
-What's so strange?

Can you believe it?

The Russians are fighting in
the streets of Berlin...

The army is retreating...

But there's still someone arresting people
and sending them to concentration camps.

Someone who's doing his
duty to the last.

Sure...

But Germany will never really
be truly great...

Until some German is born who is
intelligent enough to understand...

That there are times when you
shouldn't do your duty.

Excuse me, captain,
but us, including you...

What are we going to do?
-Well said, kid.

Evidently, this intelligent German
is not among us.

Stop there.

Greta Stauffenberg?
-Yes.

What relation are you to the
traitor Stauffenberg?

Daughter.
-Why weren't you arrested?

I hid.

The lady apologises for being late.
-I was doing my duty.

Here's another one.
-She's a special prisoner...

She's colonel Stauffenberg's
daughter.

Who tried to blow up Hitler.
She deserves special treatment...

But not from you, Katz.
Sit down.

Zaks.

Zaks.

Justifiable absence, sir.

Lieutenant Beyer.

No, sir.

Did I hear correctly?
-Yes, sir.

I won't replace lieutenant Zaks.

Do you refuse to carry out the
orders of your superior?

I don't think it's fair an official...
-Silence.

Lieutenant Beyer this is an act of
insubordination in front of the enemy...

The punishment is the firing squad.
-And where is the enemy?

Are they the enemy?

Silence, captain Hausmann.
I'll decide who the enemy is.

Katz.
Katz!

Yes, sir.
-Call the sentry guard.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant Beyer,
I order you to put on that glove.

Don't upset him again,
it's not worth it.

Go on.

Proceed.

First one forward.

Lean forward.

Nothing, major.
Turn around.

Spread your legs.

Nothing, major.

Next one forward.

At your orders.
-Who told you to come in?

Get out of here, immediately.
-But, to be honest...

Out, I said.

Nothing, major.

Nothing, major.

Next one forward.

Hurry up, lieutenant.

Next one forward.

What is it?
Carnival?

Close that door.

If Katz sees me,
and he tells Werner...

He'll have you shot on the spot.

Have you been listening
to radio London?

Do you know where the Americans
are right now?

I have to get out of here.

If you think that awful outfit
is going to help you...

You're a lot dumber than
I thought.

What should I do then?

Just one thing,
for the moment.

Put your honourable uniform back
on and come to Werner's office...

He's arranged another meeting and I
wouldn't advise you to attend like that...

Dressed in the latest fashion.

The situation is very bad,
gentlemen...

Germany, and the Fuhrer,
expect all of us...

...to do our duty,
right up to the end.

There numerous criminals
in this camp...

...who have yet to receive
their full punishment.

It's urgent that they receive it.

Before circumstances beyond
our control...

Can prevent us.

These circumstances beyond our
control wouldn't happen to be...

The arrival of the Americans?
-Captain...

I already accused you of listening
to radio London last time.

Please don't force me to take this
any matter further.

Sergeant Katz,
with extreme dedication...

Has made contact with S.S.
headquarters in Monaco.

I already have a list of
forty executions...

That must be carried out
between tonight and tomorrow.

Forty?
But it's not possible!

To hang forty people correctly,
with precise calculations, let me see...

This is sabotage, Fanning.
I don't care about your calculations...

Of your length of falls,
and your nonsense.

They've been hanging people for
3000 years...

Without the need for your
damned theories.

And I'm telling you,
if they all end up like Zaks...

I don't give a damn!
-But this is to deny art and science...

It's like going back to the dark ages.
-Enough.

Captain Hausmann,
you're in charge of the organisation.

Lieutenant Schumacher,
get the list from Katz.

At ease, gentlemen.

So...

As I am now the master
of ceremonies...

I suggest we hang Katz.

Nobody likes him.
Or am I mistaken?

Katz? Why now?
It would be an interesting experiment...

He's thin, light,
but he has a thick neck...

I believe we're looking at a
distance of no less than...

However...

Now that we've explained to doctor
Fanning that he's annoying us...

Hanging, hanging...
Enough, damn it.

It's time to end this.
-You surprise me Schumacher.

An old murderer like you taken
by moral scruples?

To hell with moral scruples.
The Americans will be here soon...

You said so yourself.
-Agreed.

Then why are we hanging them?
Look at this.

All the best ones,
including Menzel and Kruegel...

They should be out of here
in two months.

Yes, let's save the women.

What did you say?
Save the women?

Who cares about the women?
Let's save ourselves.

You said it, Hausmann,
we're going to need money...

Real money.
Isn't that right?

Very true.
-Then we have a way to get it.

How?

We have the most valuable goods
in the world in our hands...

More than gold, more than bread.
-It's true.

Pussy.
-Exactly.

Who are you going to sell it to?
Us?

Then you know what I say?

This is my list.
I want to fuck all of them.

I want to commit every sin imaginable,
then they can hang me.

A death like an ancient Roman.
-It would be an embarrassment.

Yes?
Would you rather hang them?

Even...
What's her name?

Greta Stauffenberg,
you took her virginity.

Look.
Look at this...

She's the fifth one on my list.

But let's do this.
There.

I'll leave her for you,
the word of an officer.

Let's see if she can take
more than a finger!

Move it.

Germans?
-Yes, sir.

Explain yourself.
-We were attacked, right Gunther?

These men wanted to enter
the camp illegaly.

Exactly, and we...
-We were forced to stop them.

While they...
-They shot as well.

And we...
-Enough of this duet.

Are you a German soldier?
-Gunther Beizen, at your orders.

Where have you come from?
-Prisoner of war camp, 71.

Deserter.
-Far from it, sir...

I was on a mission.
-On whose orders?

You see, sir,
that's not very clear...

Things have changed a lot at the
camp in the last few days.

Colonel Anders has retired
to the private life.

Then who's in command?
-In a certain sense...

The prisoners have made an accord.

Unbelievable.

And what was the purpose
of your mission?

Well, seeing as things are
going so badly...

That we should have some fun.
This place is full of women...

And it's just men there.
Why do you get to have all the fun?

We're men, too.

Lock him up immediately.
I'll take care of restoring order here.

Guards.

What have I done?
Do you want them all for yourselves?

It's not fair.

First, we'll shoot these traitors...

Second, we'll go and restore order
in camp 71.

Third...

Katz.

You're not even worthy of
the firing squad.

Captain Hausmann.
-Yes, sir.

Start immediately.

First we'll proceed with the hanging
of the deserter Schumacher.

In uniform?
Or casual wear?

No uniform.
He's not worthy of it.

Stop looking at me like that.
-But it's in your interests...

You see, calculating your stature...
By the way, how much do you weigh?

Go to hell!
-Katz.

Yes, sir.
-Handcuff this deserter.

Then we'll proceed with the execution of
the three deserters from camp 71.

Very well, sir.

Then we'll hang the women in
groups of four.

A varied and interesting programme.

It's a shame there are obstacles
preventing us from doing it.

Such as?

Do you remember what I told you
about that German...

Who was smart enough not to
do his duty to the last?

I have a feeling it was me.

I'm waiting for an answer.
-Immediately...

We're all of the opinion that you're not
fit enough to command any more...

Doctor Fanning is quite sure of it.
-Me?

You're the medical officer,
you wanted to file a report.

To be honest, I...
-Fanning!

You'll end up on the gallows.
As for you, Hausmann...

As the most senior officer here.
I declare you unfit to rule...

And I sentence you to house arrest.
-This is insubordination.

No, it's the application of article 128,
of the penal code.

A mutiny.

You'll all be executed for this,
I guarantee it.

I'm on your side, captain, but I don't
know how this is going to end.

I had to carry out my orders,
but I've always supported you.

Sorry, Katz, but I've been wanting
to do that for a long time.

There's something I want to do...
-Later, later.

What will we do now?
-Whatever you want.

No, I won't allow it.
-Quiet, kid.

Even Katz knows it's not time
to play the hero.

Then what are we waiting for?
-Calm down...

You don't get it...

Do you think we got rid of Werner
so you could enjoy yourself?

Don't you realise we've found
some clients? -Clients?

With real money?
Where?

In the other prison camp...

We have three thousand clients who
haven't seen a woman for ages.

But where do the prisoners
keep their money?

They've got it,
don't worry.

Us Germans are a bit pushy,
murderers and butchers, even...

But we're honest, and if they don't
have any dollars hidden somewhere...

They'll have gold watches,
rings, chains.

Better than money, Schumacher.

Why did you bring me along?
-To stop you doing something foolish.

You're too young to understand
all the bullshit they taught you.

The chivalry of war,
defending our great nation...

The honour of man.
-But...

Get this into your head,
there's nothing worse than war.

And all the deeds carried out in
war are immoral.

But the women,
what have they got to do with it?

They're the worst culprits.

They throw flowers at the troops
as they leave...

They love heroes and they give
themselves to the victors.

When they've learned to throw shit
at the troops as they leave...

To spit at the heroes and close their
legs in front of the victors...

The world will be a better place.

But for now,
it's only fair they pay...

With the capital they possess.

How did it go, sergeant?
-Great, great!

I was a bit unlucky at first,
they wanted to shoot me.

Why are you doing this, captain?

I understand Schumacher,
I understand Beyer...

But you?

I don't even know myself.

Have you forgotten why
we're here?

Sorry, captain, my friends
were asking me...

But now I'll find the general and
discuss our arrangement.

Very good.
Remember, they're Americans...

'Business is business.'

Put this over there.
Put this in the store house.

And that in the barracks.
-What the hell's going on?

I've been to Fleissing.
Military requisitions.

What are we going to do
with all this stuff?

Scumacher, you're a brute...

You take a woman,
you throw her on the floor and go.

But we have to please a clientel
that's sophisticated...

And rich.

What is all this?
Do we want to end up like camp 71?

Not at all,
the soldiers are off duty for now...

But the organisation is adhering
to the strictest discipline.

The organisation?
-Of course...

Have a look.

This is what I call 'category A'.

Is there a category B?
-Naturally...

It's based on the woman's
beauty and overall condition.

A modest system, obviously.
-Naturally.

What will we do with the
older ones?

You surprise me, Schumacher.
They'll carry the towels...

They'll tidy up after them,
what else do old women do?

Right!

Look at this.

'Category X'
Triple price.

No, no!
Stand up straight.

The skirt must flow,
like this.

The helmet must be straight.

Why must an artist like me be involved
in this ridiculousness?

Those tunics!
They're horrible!

I can't work in these conditions.
Work with me, ladies.

Come on,
try to be enthusiastic...

Some good will.
I can't do this alone.

Let's see.
No, that's not working for me.

I don't know what your
father did...

Or didn't do...

But I had to follow orders.
-I know.

Unfortunately, everyone in Germany
follows orders.

Are they going to hang us
dressed like this?

What are you talking about?
Hang you?

No, they're not going to hang you.
-Then why are we dressed like this?

Haven't they told you anything?

No.
Why?

Then it's better you don't know.

This shouldn't concern you anyway.

I know what you think of me.
That I'm a brute.

And you're right.

But I'm going to make sure
nothing happens to you.

I'll get you out of here,
even if it kills me.

Do you believe me?
-Yes.

Trust me.

No!
What a disaster.

Yes?
-You're a fool.

I took the tailors from the
theatre in Bourgdorf...

Including the wardrobe artist,
Hanz Reinhardt.

Is he...?

Of course.
All wardrobe artists are.

But you never know,
a queer might come in handy.

Reinhardt, you're a fool...

Do you think we're preparing
for a benefit concert?

Please, sir.
In 1938 I won the first state prize...

And I know my job.
-And these, in your opinion

are suggestive costumes?

There.
Like this.

Now take your knickers off.

This is what I mean by suggestive
costumes.

Got it?

What can we do with these
scarecrows?

Turn around.

You can't.

Perfect, isn't it?

Not her.

Right.
I forgot.

Good.

I'll come back soon and tell you what
I mean by suggestive costumes.

It will be the epitome of
bad taste.

Later.

Five years of war,
millions dead...

And Valhalla won't be destroyed
by a sea of fire...

But by a pile of shit.

What a marvellous history lesson,
don't you agree?

I'd like your permission to
leave, captain.

Permission denied.

You'll end up in the hands of some
stray German regiment...

Ready to do your duty
to the last...

And shot for desertion.

I insist, captain.

There's no need for me
to be here.

And I don't agree with some of
the things you're doing here.

You don't feel up to being
a scoundrel?

Me neither.

So leave this up to Valk
and Schumacher.

They're ignorant enough
to run this mess.

Besides, you have a reason
to stay.

Line up, ladies.

A present from the company,
before we start work.

An official's word is sacred...

You shouldn't have doubted me.

She's yours.

Which one do you want?
-None of them.

Gentlemen, enjoy yourselves.

Okay, you two.

Move it.
-No!

As I said,
a great reason to stay...

Let go of me.

Stay still.
-Please let me go.

Stay still.

Do you want to me to hang you?

From now on you'd better stay here,
lock it and only open the door to me.

I said lock it.

I'm sorry, lieutenant,
I'm a fool...

But this is the first time someone's
treated me like a human being...

Why are you doing this?
-Do you want to end up like the others?

No.
Please!

Then do as I say and
lock the door.

Here we are.
-Silence.

Where do you think you are?
In a casino?

No?
Then why are we here?

Forward.
-100 marks.

We don't accept marks.
-What are you talking about?

It's written there.
-Don't get smart with me...

You know very well that the
price is listed in marks...

But payment must be made
in valuable currency.

The rates are up there.
-God damn!

I don't have that stuff.
-We also accept gold.

Very good, this entitles you to
four sessions in category A.

Next.

Halt.

Unbutton and show.

Show what?
-It's in your interests sergeant.

Okay.
They're able.

Next.
-I've got dollars, one moment.

This is twenty dollars,
check them.

I don't know if...
-They're good.

Keep your wallet in your pocket,
you'll spend them sooner.

Next.

I understand your racial
problem...

We're the master race,
and he's a Negro.

But this chain weighs a
hell of a lot!

Let's do this,
we can cast aside our racist misgivings.

But the Negroes are only allowed
in category B...

What do you say, soldier?

You agree?

This voucher is worth 26 sessions
in category B...

Do you think you'll be able to
use all of them?

Next.

Get back.

Calm down, gentlemen.
Calm and disciplne.

We're all soldiers and discipline
applies to all armies.

What does he want us to do?
Screw on command?

Forward.

Choose calmly and correctly.

Troublemakers will be kicked out,
without a refund.

It's disgusting.

Get rid of the rags,
we work shifts here.

Undress.

Come on.

To your places.
March.

Faster.
Come on.

Thank you, Katz, you're running this
pit with admirable competence.

Captain, this is a disgrace!
You've offended my art.

Such a lack of taste,
such triviality.

The costume must suggest,
leave them guessing.

Excite the imagination,
but instead...

Mr. Reinhardt, I understand your
disappointment as an artist...

But stop busting my balls.

You see, captain?
What do you think?

And you?

Haven't you found your mate?

I have other concerns.

What the hell do you
want from me?

I was only hired as a wardrobe
designer, nothing more.

You were hired for all services.

We can satisfy all tastes.

What are you talking about?
Get rid of this faggot.

I'm really not enjoying this
any more.

Katz, a drink.
Katz!

It's me, open it.

It's better if I stay here with
you for now.

Things are getting worse,
but don't worry...

Nothing's going to happen to you.

No, not that.
I don't want to.

How dare you refuse?
Would you rather be hanged?

Take her away and whip
her twenty times.

Listen here,
did you whip these women?

Sure we did.

Did you hang them?
-By the dozen.

Could we hang one of them?
-Now? -Now...

I'm prepared to pay.

It's impossible...

They're no good to us dead,
my friend...

And we need them,
they're our capital.

Listen, I want...
-Clear off.

$1000.
-Where do you have $1000?

I've been skinning everyone at poker for
6 months, now I want to spend it my way.

Will an old one do?
-No, that's not good enough...

She must be young and beautiful...

Because I want to possess her
in the spasms of agony.

Where are you going?
Get back.

Sit down.
This is your third time.

Let go of me.

Put me down.

What's going on here?
Everyone stay still.

Allow me to remind you that you're
still prisoners of war...

Subject to military laws,
in a military establishment.

I want my money back.

I'm sorry, but once the money has
been paid, we don't give refunds.

Where are you taking me?
-Some place safe...

You saw what happened.

But why here?
-Because Americans are superstitious...

So they won't come here.
-And the others?

They're bringing them all here.

Let go of me.

But why is she like this?
-She doesn't agree.

Let go of me.
Help!

Let go of me.

Help.
Get out of here.

Help.

Help!

Help.

It's over, comrade.
Go.

Is it all over?

The money we've collected is more
than enough for us two...

I say we close the shop,
and run.

Are you crazy?
-What? Are you thinking of the others?

I think there are still hundreds
of Americans to skin.

Yes, but the situation has
deteriorated...

And we're losing our grip.
-It's that fool Beizen's fault...

I ordered him not to bring too
many people here.

But I'll take care of him.

Get out of here.
Throw them out.

The party's over.
-I paid, I didn't do anything...

Come on, wake up.

What a party, guys.

You're a fool, Beizen.

Who told you to go to camp 71
with twenty trucks?

What are you?
A bus driver?

The more journeys I make,
the more money we take.

When can I have my share?
-What do you want?

My share.
-You got that when we saved your life.

Have you forgotten that you
should've been shot?

And hung, so what?
-Get out of here.

And don't let me see you again,
stay in your damned camp.

I'll take care of the transport.
When, and how I want, understood?

I'll show you.

Gunther.
-Yes, sir.

No one can enter the camp
until I say so...

And until we've restored order.
-Yes, sir.

The trucks can't leave until
I give the order.

Yes, sir.

Captain Gerthaus Mann,
age 32, Iron Cross.

A wreck of a man,
in a country that's gone to the dogs.

Hopeless cynic,
uncurable romantic.

There's nothing you can do Gerdhaus,
you're not German.

You belong to a nation that will never
be intelligent enough to be cynical.

Many people have tried to define
the German population...

But the most correct definition is
the one by captain Gerdhaus...

We are a nation of beasts.

Sentimental.

I knew it,
it's going to be hell here.

We have to go.
-But where?

I don't know, but far from here.
-Get dressed.

I'm going have a look outside.

Don't be long.
Be careful.

Lock yourself in.
Don't open it for anyone.

What have you done?
Have you gone mad?

I said two or three lashings to
teach them a lesson...

But look at them.
We have a lot of clients to satisfy...

And we need all of them.
If we keep going like this...

We'll have to start using
the older ones.

They'll be good for the Negros,
they're excellent clients...

The only thing they demand from a
woman is that she's breathing.

Where have you been?

Right, I was forgetting.

Now you've had your fun,
send her to us.

But you said...?
-Sure, sure...

You can have her whenever you want,
but we can't waste anything around here.

We can charge triple for her,
just like a minor.

Isn't it too early?
-Early, my ass.

I just sent two trucks to camp 71.

We work shifts here,
day and night.

We're going.
-Where?

There's no time to lose.

Stop.
Stop.

What is all this?
What's got into you?

In me, nothing.

But these men have decided that
they don't have to pay...

Given that they won the war.

They don't want to pay?
They're crazy.

Beizen, these men are armed.
-You noticed...

There was a bit of trouble
at camp 71.

The guards have split.
Colonel Allder as well.

Listen to me, lieutenant.

Let them do what they want,
and give me my share.

Bitch.
Here's your share.

Fire.

They're all ours.

Come here, beautiful.
I'm going to ride you!

She killed him.

Take their guns.
Kill them!

Shoot.
Follow them.

Let's get out of here.

Help me.

Let's hang him.
It's his turn.

Asshole.

Damned fat ass.

It's all wrong.
I weigh 70 kilos...

In relation to the the weight,
and the circumference of the neck...

It's all wrong.

What do you see, Joe?
What did you see?

Sergeant, I swore on my mother's
grave I wouldn't drink again...

And I didn't.
I promised the priest, and I didn't.

And today I swear to you because
I'm starting to hallucinate!

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August 2010

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