All language subtitles for Inglourious.Basterds.2009.2160p.4K

(DISTANT RUMBLING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(MEN SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

While I'm very familiar
with you and your family,

I have no way of knowing
if you are familiar
with who I am.

Are you aware
of my existence?

Yes.

This is good.

Now, are you aware of
the job I've been ordered
to carry out in France?

Yes.

Please tell me
what you've heard.

I've heard

that the Führer has put you
in charge of rounding up
the Jews left in France

who are either hiding
or passing for Gentile.

The Führer couldn't have
said it better himself.

But the meaning
of your visit,

pleasant though it is,
is mysterious to me.

The Germans looked through
my house nine months ago
for hiding Jews

and found nothing.

I'm aware of that.

I've read the reports
of this area.

But like any enterprise,
when under new management,

there is always
a slight duplication
of efforts,

most of it being a complete
waste of time, but needs
to be done nevertheless.

I just have a few questions,
monsieur LaPadite.

If you can assist me
with answers,

my department can close
the file on your family.

Now,

before the occupation,
there were four Jewish
families in this area,

all dairy farmers
like yourself.

Doleracs, Rollins,
the Loveitts

and the Dreyfuses.

Is that correct?

To my knowledge,

those were the Jewish families
among the dairy farmers.

Herr Colonel,
would it disturb you
if I smoked my pipe?

(CHUCKLES) Please,
monsieur LaPadite,

this is your house,
make yourself comfortable.

Now, according
to these papers,

all the Jewish families
in this area have been
accounted for

except the Dreyfuses.

Somewhere in the last year
it would appear
they've vanished.

Which leads me
to the conclusion that they've
either made good their escape

or someone
is very successfully
hiding them.

What have you heard
about the Dreyfuses,
monsieur LaPadite?

Only rumors.

I love rumors!

Facts could be
so misleading,

where rumors,
true or false,
are often revealing.

So, monsieur LaPadite,

what rumors have you heard
regarding the Dreyfuses?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Again,
this is just a rumor,

but we heard the Dreyfuses
had made their way into Spain.

(MATCHSTICKS SCRAPING)

So, the rumors you've heard
have been of escape?

(AGREES IN FRENCH)

Yes.

Having never met
the Dreyfuses,
would you confirm for me

the exact members
of the household
and their names?

(CLEARS THROAT)

There were
five of them.

The father, Jacob.

Wife, Miram.

And her brother, Bob.

How old is Bob?

Thirty, 31.

Continue.

And the children,

Amos

and Shosanna.

Ages of the children?

(SIGHS)

Amos was nine or 10.

And Shosanna’?

And Shosanna was

18 or 19.
I'm not really sure.

Well, I guess
that should do it.

(ZIPPER CLOSING)

However, before I go,
could I have another glass
of your delicious milk?

But of course.

Monsieur LaPadite,

are you aware of the nickname
the people of France
have given me?

(SIGHS)

I have no interest
in such things.

But you are aware
of what they call me.

I'm aware.

What are you aware of?

(THANKING
IN FRENCH)

That they call you
"The Jew Hunter."

Precisely.

I understand
your trepidation
in repeating it.

Heydrich apparently
hates the moniker

the good people of Prague
have bestowed on him.

Actually, why he would hate
the name "the Hangman"
is baffling to me.

It would appear he has
done everything in
his power to earn it.

Now I, on the other hand,
love my unofficial title

precisely because
I've earned it.

The feature that makes me
such an effective hunter
of the Jews is,

as opposed to most
German soldiers,

I can think like a Jew

where they can only
think like a German.

(CHUCKLING) More precisely,
a German soldier.

Now, if one were to determine
what attribute the German
people share with a beast,

it would be the cunning
and the predatory instinct
of a hawk.

But if one were to determine
what attributes the Jews share
with a beast,

it would be
that of the rat.

The Führer and Goebbels'
propaganda have said
pretty much the same thing.

But where our conclusions
differ,

is I don't consider
the comparison an insult.

Consider for a moment
the world a rat lives in.

It's a hostile world,
indeed.

If a rat were to scamper
through your front door,
right now,

would you greet it
with hostility?

I suppose I would.

Has a rat ever done
anything to you

to create this animosity
you feel toward them?

Rats spread disease.
They bite people.

Rats were the cause
of the bubonic plague,
but that's some time ago.

I propose to you any disease
a rat could spread,

a squirrel could
equally carry.

Would you agree?

(AGREES IN FRENCH)

Yet, I assume you don't
share the same animosity
with squirrels

that you do with rats,
do you?

No.

Yet, they're both rodents,
are they not?

And except for the tail,
they even rather look alike,
don't they?

It's an interesting thought,
Herr Colonel.

However interesting
as the thought may be,

it makes not
one bit of difference
to how you feel.

If a rat were
to walk in here,
right now, as I'm talking

would you greet it
with a saucer
of your delicious milk?

Probably not.

I didn't think so.

You don't like them.

You don't really know
why you don't like them.

All you know is
you find them repulsive.

Consequently,
a German soldier
conducts a search

of a house suspected
of hiding Jews.

Where does the hawk look?

He looks in the barn,
he looks in the attic,
he looks in the cellar,

he looks everywhere
he would hide.

But there are so many places
it would never occur
to a hawk to hide.

However, the reason
the Führer has brought me
off my Alps in Austria

and placed me in
French cow country today is
because it does occur to me.

Because I'm aware
what tremendous feats
human beings are capable of

once they abandon dignity.

May I smoke my pipe
as well?

Please, Herr Colonel,
make yourself at home.

Now, my job dictates

that I must have my men
enter your home

and conduct
a thorough search

before I can officially
cross your family's name
off my list.

And if there are any
irregularities to be found,
rest assured they will be.

That is unless you have
something to tell me

that makes the conducting
of a search unnecessary.

I might add, also,
that any information

that makes the performance
of my duty easier will not
be met with punishment.

Actually, quite the contrary.
It will be met with reward.

And that reward will be,

your family will cease
to be harassed in any way

by the German military
during the rest of our
occupation of your country.

You're sheltering enemies
of the state, are you not?

Yes.

You're sheltering them
underneath your floorboards,
aren't you?

Yes.

Point out to me the areas
where they're hiding.

Since I haven't heard
any disturbance,

I assume,
while they're listening,
they don't speak English.

Yes.

I'm going to switch back
to French now, and I want you
to follow my masquerade.

Is that clear?

(SNIFFLES)

Yes.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SHUSHING)

It's the girl.

(SOBBING)

(EXCLAIMS)

(PANTING)

Au revoir, Shosanna!

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

ALDO: Ten-hut!

My name is
Lieutenant Aldo Raine.

And I'm putting together
a special team,
and I need me eight soldiers.

Eight Jewish
American soldiers.

Now, you all might've
heard rumors about the
armada happening soon.

Well, we'll be leaving
a little earlier.

We're going to be
dropped into France
dressed as civilians.

Once we're
in enemy territory,

as a bushwhacking
guerrilla army,

we're going to be
doing one thing
and one thing only.

Killing Nazis.

I don't know
about you all,

but I sure as hell didn't
come down from the goddamn
Smoky Mountains,

cross 5,000 miles of water,
fight my way
through half of Sicily

and jump out of a fucking
airplane to teach the Nazis
lessons in humanity.

Nazi ain't got no humanity.

They're the foot soldiers
of a Jew-hating,
mass-murdering maniac

and they need
to be destroyed.

That's why any and every
son of a bitch we find
wearing a Nazi uniform,

they're going to die.

Now, I'm the direct descendent
of the mountain man
Jim Bridger.

That means I got
a little Indian in me.

And our battle plan
will be that of
an Apache resistance.

We will be cruel
to the Germans.

And through our cruelty,
they will know who we are.

And they will find
the evidence of our cruelty

in the disemboweled,
dismembered

and disfigured bodies
of their brothers
we leave behind us.

And the German won't be able
to help themselves

but imagine the cruelty
their brothers endured
at our hands,

and our boot heels
and the edge of our knives.

And the German
will be sickened by us.

And the German
will talk about us.

And the German
will fear us.

And when the German
closes their eyes at night

and they're tortured
by their subconscious
for the evil they have done,

it will be with thoughts of us
that they are tortured with.

Sound good?

ALL: Yes, sir!

That's what I like to hear.

But I got a word of warning
for all you would-be warriors.

When you join my command,
you take on debit.

A debit you owe me,
personally.

Each and every man
under my command
owes me 100 Nazi scalps.

And I want my scalps.

And all y'all will get me
100 Nazi scalps taken from
the heads of 100 dead Nazis.

Or you will die trying!

(SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

(SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

(KLIEST SPEAKING GERMAN
ON INTERCOM)

(KLIEST SPEAKING GERMAN)

(KLIEST SPEAKING GERMAN)

(BUTZ SPEAKING GERMAN)

(BASTERDS LAUGHING)

Hey, Hirschberg.

Send that Kraut
sarge over.

HIRSCHBERG: You. Go.

Sergeant
Werner Rachtman.

Lieutenant Aldo Raine.
Pleased to meet you.

You know what
"sit down" means, Werner?

Yes.
Then sit down.

How is your English,
Werner?

Because if need be,
we got a couple of
fellows who can translate.

Wicki here,

an Austrian-Jew,
got the fuck out of Munich
while the getting was good.

Became American, got drafted,
come back to give y'all
what for.

Another one up there
you might be familiar with.

Sergeant Hugo Stiglitz.

Heard of him?

Everybody in the German Army
has heard of Hugo Stiglitz.

(BASTERDS LAUGHING)

MALE NARRATOR: The reason
for Hugo Stiglitz’s celebrity

among German soldiers
is simple.

As a German-enlisted man,
he killed 13 Gestapo officers.

Instead of putting him up
against a wall,

the High Command
decided to send him
back to Berlin

to be made an example of.

Needless to say,
once the Basterds
heard about him,

he never got there.

(GASPING)

Sergeant Hugo Stiglitz?

Lieutenant Aldo Raine.
These are the Basterds.

Ever heard of us?

We just want to say
we're a big fan
of your work.

When it comes
to killing Nazis...

(MAN GROANING)

...I think you show
great talent.

And I pride myself
for having an eye
for that kind of talent.

But your status
as a Nazi killer
is still amateur.

We all come here to see
if you want to go pro.

(BASTERDS LAUGHING)

(BASTERDS LAUGHING)

Can I assume
you know who we are?

You're Aldo the Apache.

(BASTERDS WHOOPING)

Werner,
if you heard of us,

you probably heard
we ain't in the
prisoner-taking business.

We in the killing Nazi
business, and, cousin,
business is a-booming.

HIRSCHBERG:
(LAUGHING) Oh, yeah.

Now, that leaves two ways
we can play this out.

Either kill you
or let you go.

Whether or not you're going
to leave this ditch alive

depends entirely on you.

Up the road a piece,
there's an orchard.

Besides you, we know there's
another Kraut patrol fucking
around here somewhere.

If that patrol were
to have any crack shots,

that orchard would be
a goddamn sniper's delight.

So if you ever want to eat
a sauerkraut sandwich again,

you got to show me on
this here map where they are.

You got to tell me
how many they are,
and you got to tell me

what kind of artillery
they're carrying with them.

(SCOFFING)

You can't expect me to divulge
information that would
put German lives in danger.

Well, now, Werner, that's
where you're wrong, because
that's exactly what I expect.

I need to know about
Germans hiding in trees.

And you need to tell me.
And you need to tell me
right now.

Now, just take that
finger of yours

and point out on this
here map where this
party is being held,

how many is coming
and what they brought
to play with.

I respectfully refuse,
sir.

(BAT TAPPING)

Hear that?

Yes.

That's Sergeant
Donny Donowitz.

You might know him better
by his nickname.

The Bear Jew.

Now, if you heard of Aldo
the Apache, you got to have
heard about The Bear Jew.

I heard of The Bear Jew.

What did you hear?

Beats German soldiers
with a club.

He bashes their brains in
with a baseball bat,
what he does.

And, Werner,
I'm going to ask you
one last goddamn time,

and if you still
respectfully refuse,

I'm calling
The Bear Jew over.

He's going to take
that big bat of his,

and he's going
to beat your ass
to death with it.

Now, take your
Wiener-schnitzeI-Iicking
finger

and point out on this map
what I want to know.

Fuck you.

And your Jew dogs.

(BASTERDS LAUGHING)

(BASTERDS APPLAUDING)

Actually, Werner,
we're all tickled
to hear you say that.

Quite frankly,
watching Donny beat
Nazis to death

is the closest we ever get
to going to the movies. Donny!

DONNY: Yeah?

Got us a German here
who wants to die
for country.

Oblige him.

(BAT TAPPING)

(CONTINUES TAPPING)

(BASTERDS CHEERING)

Did you get that
for killing Jews?

Bravery.

(BASTERDS EXCLAIMING)

Yeah!

BASTERD 1: Oh, no!
BASTERD 2: Oh, no!

Donny!

BASTERD: Yeah, Donny!

About now I'd be shitting
my pants if I was you.

(LAUGHING)

Teddy Fucking Williams
knocks it out of the park!

Fenway Park is on its feet
for Teddy Fucking Ballgame!

He went yard on that one,
on to fucking Lansdowne Street!

You!

Damn it,
Hirschberg!

Donny, bring that other one
over here. Alive!

Get the fuck up!
Batter up.
You're on deck!

Two hits. I hit you,
you hit the ground.

English?

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

ALDO: Wicki.

Ask him
if he wants to live.

(BOTH SPEAKING GERMAN)

Tell him to point out
on this map
the German position.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(BASTERDS LAUGHING)

Ask him how many Germans.

(BOTH SPEAKING GERMAN)

Around about 12.

What kind of artillery?

(BOTH SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Now, when you report
what happened here,

you can't tell them
you told us what you told us.
They'll shoot you.

They're going to want to know
why you so special,
we let you live.

So tell them, we let you live
so you could spread
the word through the ranks

what's going to happen
to every Nazi we find.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Now that you've survived
the war, when you get home,
what you going to do?

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

WICKI: He's going
to hug his mother.

(SNIFFS)

Well, ain't that nice?

Ask if he's going
to take off his uniform.

(WICKI SPEAKING GERMAN)

(BUTZ SPEAKING GERMAN)

WICKI: He's going
to burn it.

Yeah, that's
what we thought.
We don't like that.

See, we like
our Nazis in uniforms.
That way you can spot them.

Just like that.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

But you take off that uniform,
ain't nobody going to know
you's a Nazi.

And that don't sit
well with us.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

So I'm going to give you
a little something
you can't take off.

You know, Lieutenant,
you're getting
pretty good at that.

You know how you
get to Carnegie Hall,
don't you?

Practice.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(EXCLAIMS)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(LAUGHS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SIGHS)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(CHUCKLES EXCITEDLY)

(EXHALES)

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(LAUGHS EXCITEDLY)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(BOTH SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(OFFICER EXCLAIMS)

(OFFICERS CHATTERING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(EXHALES)

(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHS)

(SAYING GOODBYE
IN FRENCH)

(DRIVER SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING
FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(CAR APPROACHING)

(BRAKES SCREECH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(LAUGHING)

(GOEBBELS LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(GOEBBELS SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(FREDRICK LAUGHS)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(PANTING)

(BRAYING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(TRANSLATING IN FRENCH)

(TRANSLATING IN FRENCH)

(TRANSLATING IN FRENCH)

(TRANSLATOR
SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(COUGHS)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(TRANSLATOR
SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(TRANSLATES IN GERMAN)

(GOEBBELS SPEAKING GERMAN)

(TRANSLATING IN GERMAN)

(SCOFFS)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHING)

(TRANSLATING IN FRENCH)

(FREDRICK SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

HANS: Au revoir, Shosanna!

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(LAUGHING)

(HANS SPEAKING GERMAN)

(FREDRICK SPEAKING GERMAN)

(HANS SPEAKING GERMAN)

(FREDRICK SPEAKING GERMAN)

(GOEBBELS SPEAKING
GERMAN)

(HANS SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(CHUCKLES)

(GASPING)

(GOEBBELS SPEAKING GERMAN)

(LAUGHS)

(TRANSLATOR
SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SHOSANNA
SPEAKING FRENCH)

(GOEBBELS SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SCOFFS)

MALE NARRATOR:
At that time, 35 millimeter
nitrate film was so flammable

that you couldn’t even
bring a reel onto a streetcar.

Hey, you can't
bring those here
on a public vehicle.

- They're films,
ain't they?
- Yes.

Then they're flammable.
Go on, hop off.

MALE NARRATOR: Because
nitrate film burns
three times faster than paper.

Shosanna has a collection

of over 350 nitrate
film prints.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

MAN: Right this way,
Lieutenant.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Lieutenant Archie Hicox
reporting, sir.

General Ed Fenech.
At ease, Hicox.

Drink?

If you offer me a scotch
and plain water, I could drink
a scotch and plain water.

That-a-boy, Lieutenant.
Make it yourself like
a good chap, will you?

The bar is in the globe.

Something for yourself,
sir?

Whiskey. Straight.
No junk in it.

It says here that
you speak German fluently.

Like a Katzenjammer Kid.

And your occupation
before the war?

I'm a film critic.

List your accomplishments.

Well, sir,
such as they are,

I write reviews and articles
for a publication called
Films and Filmmakers,

and I've had
two books published.

Impressive.
Don't be modest, Lieutenant.
What are their titles?

The first book
was called

Art of the Eyes, the Heart
and the Mind: A Study of
German Cinema in the ‘20s.

And the second one was called
Twenty-Four Frame da Vinci.

It's a subtextual film
criticism study of the work
of German director G.W. Pabst.

What should we
drink to, sir?

Well...

Down with Hitler.

All the way down, sir.

Yes.

Are you familiar
with German cinema
under the Third Reich?

Yes. Obviously, I haven't
seen any of the films made
in the last three years,

but I'm familiar with it.

Explain it to me.

Pardon, sir?

Well, this little escapade
of ours requires a knowledge
of the German film industry

under the Third Reich.
Explain to me UFA
under Goebbels.

Goebbels considers
the films he's making

to be the beginning
of a new era
in German cinema.

An alternative
to what he considers

the Jewish-German
intellectual cinema
of the '20s,

and the Jewish-controlled
dogma of Hollywood.

How's he doing?

Frightfully sorry, sir.
Once again?

You say he wants
to take on the Jews
at their own game.

Well, compared to,
say, Louis B. Mayer,

how's he doing?

Quite well, actually.

Since Goebbels
has taken over,

film attendance has steadily
risen in Germany over
the last eight years.

But Louis B. Mayer
wouldn't be Goebbels'
proper opposite number.

I believe Goebbels
sees himself closer
to David O. Selznick.

Brief him.

Lieutenant Hicox, at this
point and time I'd like to
brief you on Operation Kino.

Three days from now

Joseph Goebbels is throwing
a gala premiere of one
of his new movies in Paris.

What film, sir?

The motion picture is
called Nation’s Pride.

In attendance
at this joyous
Germatic occasion

will be Goebbels, Göring,
Bormann, and most of
the German High Command

including all high ranking
officers of both
the SS and the Gestapo,

as well as luminaries
of the Nazi propaganda
film industry.

The master race at play?

Basically, we have
all our rotten eggs
in one basket.

The objective
of Operation Kino,

blow up the basket.

And like the snows
of yesteryear,
gone from this earth.

Jolly good, sir.

An American Secret Service
outfit that lives deep
behind enemy lines

will be your assist.

The Germans call them
the Basterds.

The Basterds.
Never heard of them.

Whole point of
the Secret Service, old boy,
you not hearing of them.

But the Jerries have heard
of them, because these Yanks
have been them the devil.

You'll be dropped into France,
about 24 kilometers outside
of Paris.

The Basterds
will be waiting for you.

First thing, you'll go
to a little village
called Nadine.

In Nadine,
there's a tavern
called La Louisiane.

There you'll rendezvous
with our double agent.
She'll take it from there.

She's the one who
is going to get you
into the premiere.

It'll be you, her,
and two German-born
members of the Basterds.

She's also made
all the other arrangements
you're going to need.

How will I know her?

I suspect
that won't be too much
trouble for you.

Your contact
is Bridget von Hammersmark.

Bridget von Hammersmark?

(CHUCKLING)
The German movie star
is working for England?

Yes, for the last
two years now.

One could even say
that Operation Kino
was her brainchild.

Indeed.

Got the gist?

I think so, sir.
Paris when it sizzles.

You didn't say
the goddamn rendezvous is
in a fucking basement.

I didn't know.

You said it was
in a tavern.

It is a tavern.

Yeah, in a basement.

You know,
fighting in a basement
offers a lot of difficulties.

Number one being,
you're fighting
in a basement.

What if we go in there
and she's not even there?

We wait.

Don't worry.
She's a British spy.
She'll make the rendezvous.

Stiglitz, right?

That's right, sir.

I hear you're pretty good
with that.

You know, we're not looking
for trouble right now.

Simply making contact
with our agent.
Should be uneventful.

However,
the off chance I'm wrong,
things prove eventful,

I need to know
we can all remain calm.

I don't look calm to you?

(LAUGHS)

Well, now that
you put it like that,
I guess you do.

This Jerry of yours,
Stiglitz, not exactly
the loquacious type, is he?

Is that
the kind of man you need?
Loquacious type?

Fair point, Lieutenant.

So you all
get in trouble in there,
what are we supposed to do?

Make bets
on how it all comes out?

If we get into trouble,
we can handle it.

But if trouble does happen,
we need you to make damn sure

no Germans, or French,
for that matter,
escape from that basement.

If Frau von Hammersmark's
cover is compromised,
the mission is kaput.

Speaking of Frau von
Hammersmark, whose idea was it
for the deathtrap rendezvous?

She chose the spot.

Isn't that just dandy?

Look, she's not
a military strategist.
She's just an actress.

You don't got to be Stonewall
Jackson to know you don't
want to fight in a basement.

She wasn't picking
a place to fight.

She was picking
a place isolated
and without Germans.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(LAUGHING)

(ORDERING IN GERMAN
AND FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(ALL LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(MAN LAUGHING)

(FEMALE SERGEANT
SPEAKING GERMAN)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING FRENCH
AND GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN
SOFTLY)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(CORK POPPING)

Mmm.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(ALL CHEERING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(ALL LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(ALL TOASTING IN GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(STAMMERING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(LAUGHING)

(THANKING IN GERMAN)

(EXHALING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(PHONOGRAPH CRACKLING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(LAUGHING)

(ALL LAUGHING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(CHUCKLING)

(LAUGHING)

(SIGHS)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(HUMMING
EXOTIC MELODY)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHIP CRACKING)

(GRUNTS)

(VON HAMMERSMARK LAUGHING)

(VON HAMMERSMARK AND HICOX
SPEAKING GERMAN)

(HICOX SPEAKING GERMAN)

(LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(EXHALES)

(ERIC SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(EXCLAIMS)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(BOTH SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Well, if this is it,
old boy,

I hope you don't mind
if I go out
speaking the King's.

By all means,
Captain.

There's a special rung in hell
reserved for people who waste
good Scotch.

Seeing as I may be rapping
on the door momentarily,

I must say,
damn good stuff, sir.

Now, about this pickle

we find ourselves in.

It would appear there's only
one thing left for you to do.

And what would that be?

Stiglitz.

Say auf Wiedersehen
to your Nazi balls.

(SCREAMING)

(PANTING)

(DOOR OPENING)

(GUN COCKING)

You outside.
Who are you?

British? American?

What?

ALDO: We're American.

What are you?

I'm a German, you idiot.

ALDO: Speak English
pretty good for a German.

I agree.

So let's talk.

Okay, talk.

I'm a father.

My baby was born today.
In Frankfurt.

Five hours ago.

His name is Max.
We were in here
drinking, celebrating.

They're the ones that came in
shooting and killing.
It's not my fault!

Okay!
It wasn't your fault.

What's your name,
soldier?

Wilhelm.

Now, is there anybody alive
on our side?

- No.
- I’m alive!

(SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

ALDO: Who's that?

(GRUNTS)

Is the girl
on your side?

Which girl?

Who do you think?
Von Hammersmark.

Yeah, she's ours.

Is she okay?

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Wilhelm!

(SHOUTING IN GERMAN)

She's been shot.

But she's alive.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

ALDO: Okay, Wilhelm.

What do you say
we make us a deal?

What's your name?

Aldo.

Okay, Wilhelm,
here's my deal.

You let me and one of my men
come down there
and take the girl away.

No guns. No guns me,
no guns you.

And we take the girl
and leave.
It's that simple, Willi.

You go your way,
we go ours.

And little Max gets
to grow up playing
catch with his daddy.

So what do you say, Willi?
We got us a deal?

Aldo.

I'm here, Willi.

I want to trust you.

But...

But how can I?

What choice you got,
son?

Okay, okay.

Aldo,

I'm going to trust you.

Come down.

(SNIFFLES)

Hey, Willi,
what's with the machine gun?
I thought we had us a deal?

We still have a deal.
Now, get the girl and go.

Not so fast.

We only got a deal,
we trust each other.

And a Mexican standoff
ain't trust.

You need guns on me
for it to be
a Mexican standoff.

You got guns on us.
You decide to shoot,
we're dead.

Up top, they got grenades.
They drop them down here,
you're dead.

That's a Mexican standoff,
and that was not the deal.

No trust,
no deal.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

All right, Aldo.

Fine.

Just take that
fucking traitor, and
get her out of my sight.

(VON HAMMERSMARK GROANING)

(VON HAMMERSMARK GROANING)

Not so goddamn fast, doc.
Tell him to go
play with his dogs.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(DOGS BARKING)

Before we yank that slug
out you, you need to answer
a few questions.

Few questions
about what?

About I got three men
dead back there.

Why don't you try telling us
what the fuck happened?

The British officer
blew his German act and
the Gestapo major saw it.

Before we get into
who shot John,

why'd you invite my men
to a rendezvous in a basement
with a bunch of Nazis?

I can see
since you didn't see
what happened inside,

that the Nazis being there
must look odd.

Yeah, we got a word
for that kind of odd
in English.

It's called suspicious.

(EXCLAIMING)

Everybody needs
to calm down.

You're letting
your imagination get
the better of you.

You met the sergeant
yourself. Willi.

You remember him,
don't you?

Yeah, I remember him.

His wife had
a baby tonight.
He had just become a...

He had just become
a father!

His commanding officer
gave him and his mates
the night off to celebrate.

(GROANS)

The Germans being there
was either a trap set by me
or a tragic coincidence.

It couldn't be both.

(GRUNTING)

How'd the shooting start?

The Englishman
gave himself away.

How'd he do that?

He ordered three glasses.

We order three glasses.

That's the German three.

The other looks odd.

Germans would
and did notice it.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

Okay, let's pretend
there were no Germans

and everything went exactly
the way it was supposed to.

What was the next step?

Tuxedos.

To get them into the premiere
wearing military uniforms

with all the military there
would've been suicide.

But going as members
of the German film industry,

they wear tuxedos
and fit in with
everybody else.

I arranged for the tailor
to fit three tuxedos tonight.

How'd you intend to get them
in that premiere?

Hand me my purse.

Lieutenant Hicox
was going as my escort.

The other two were going
as a German cameraman
and his assistant.

You still get us
in that premiere?

You speak German
better than
your friends? No.

Have I been shot? Yes!

I don't see me tripping
the light fantastique up
a red carpet anytime soon.

Least of all,
by tomorrow night.

However, there's something
you don't know.

There've been
two recent developments
regarding Operation Kino.

One, the venue has been
changed from The Ritz
to a much smaller venue.

Enormous change
at the last minute?
That's not very Germatic.

Why the hell is Goebbels
doing stuff so damn peculiar?

It probably has
something to do with
the second development.

Which is?

Der Führer is attending
the premiere.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Fuck a duck!

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking getting
a whack at planting
old Uncle Adolf

makes this horse
a different color.

What is that
supposed to mean?

It means you getting us
in that premiere.

I'm probably going
to end up losing this leg.

Bye-bye, acting career.
Fun while it lasted.

How do you expect me
to walk the red carpet?

(SNORTS)

Doggy doc's going
to dig that slug
out your gam.

He's going to wrap it up
in a cast,

and you got a good
how-I-broke-my-leg-
mountain-climbing story.

That's German, ain't it?
You all like climbing
mountains, don't you?

I don't. I like smoking,
drinking and ordering
in restaurants.

But I see your point.

We fill you up
with morphine till it's
coming out your ears

and just limp
your little ass up
that rouge carpet.

I know this is
a silly question
before I ask it,

but can you Americans
speak any other language
than English?

We both speak
a little Italian.

With an atrocious accent,
no doubt.

But that doesn't exactly
kill us in the crib.

Germans don't have
a good ear for Italian.

So you mumble Italian
and brazen through it.
Is that the plan?

That's about it.

That sounds good.

It sounds like shit.
What else are we going
to do? Go home?

No, that sounds good.

If you don't blow it,
with that, I can get
you in the building.

Who does what?

Well,
I speak the most Italian,
so I'll be your escort.

Donowitz speaks second most,
so he'll be
your Italian cameraman.

Omar, third most.
He'll be Donny's assistant.

I don't speak Italian.

Like I said, third best.
Just keep your
fucking mouth shut.

In fact,
why don't you start
practicing right now?

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(CHUCKLES)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINES STARTING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(KISSES)

(DRAMATIC ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Yes.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(MAN SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Gorlomi?

Gorlomi?

Gorlomi.

Gorlomi.

(SOFTLY) Gorlomi.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Antonio Margheriti.

Margheriti.

Margheriti.

HANS: Margheriti.

Dominick Decocco.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
Dominick Decocco.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(ALL SAYING GOODBYE
IN ITALIAN)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(HANS SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(USHER CONTINUES
ANNOUNCING IN GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(GASPS SOFTLY)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

What's that
American expression?

"If the shoe fits,
you must wear it."

(CHUCKLES)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(HANS EXCLAIMING)

(VON HAMMERSMARK GRUNTING)

(VON HAMMERSMARK SIGHS)

(HANS PANTING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

ALDO: Fucking shithead.
Faggot fuck. Fuck you!

Bunch of shithead fuck.

Fuck you, too!

Goddamn Nazi farts,
sons of bitches!
Get your hands off me.

You fucking
bratwurst-smelling...
Goddamn you! Get off!

Hmm.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

You Jerry-banging,
Limburg-smelling...

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

As Stanley said
to Livingstone,

Lieutenant Aldo Raine,
I presume?

Hans Landa.

(TRUCK ENGINE STARTING)

You've had
a nice long run, Aldo.

Alas, you're now
in the hands of the SS.

My hands to be exact.

And they've been waiting
a long time to touch you.

Caught you flinching.

ALDO: Touch me again,
Kraut-burger.

Utivich?

Is that you,
Lieutenant?

Yeah.

Do you know
what happened to Donny?

Omar?

The woman?

No, I do not.

Tell me, Aldo,
if I were sitting
where you're sitting,

would you
show me mercy?

Nope.

What is that
English expression
about shoes and feet?

"Looks like the shoe is
on the other foot." Yeah,
I was just thinking that.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

So you're Aldo the Apache.

So you're The Jew Hunter.

I'm a detective.

A damn good detective.

Finding people
is my specialty,

so naturally,
I worked for the Nazis
finding people.

And, yes,
some of them were Jews.
But Jew Hunter?

(SNORTS)

Just a name that stuck.

Well, you do
have to admit,
it is catchy.

Do you control the nicknames
your enemies bestow on you?

Aldo the Apache
and the Little Man?

What do you mean
the Little Man?

Germans' nickname for you.

The Germans' nickname for me
is the Little Man?

And as if to make my point,
I'm a little surprised how
tall you were in real life.

I mean,
you're a little fellow, but
not circus-midget little,

as your reputation
would suggest.

Where's my men?

Where's
Bridget von Hammersmark?

Well, let's just say,
she got what she deserved.

And when you purchase
friends like Bridget
von Hammersmark,

you get what you pay for.

Now as far as your paesanos,
Sergeant Donowitz
and Private Omar...

How you know our names?

Lieutenant Aldo,

if you don't think
I wouldn't interrogate

every single one of your
swastika-marked survivors,

we simply aren't
operating on the level of
mutual respect I assumed.

No, I guess not.

Well, back to
the whereabouts of your
two Italian saboteurs.

As of this moment,

both Omar and Donowitz
should be sitting in the
very seats we left them in.

Double-zero 23
and double-zero 24,
if my memory serves.

Explosives
still around their ankles,
still ready to explode.

And your mission,
some would call
a terrorist plot,

as of this moment,
is still a go.

That's a pretty
exciting story.
What's next? Eliza on Ice?

However,

all I have to do is pick up
this phone right here,

inform the cinema,
and your plan is kaput.

If they're still here,
and if they're still alive,
and that's one big if,

there ain't no way
you're going
to take them boys

without setting off
them bombs.

I have no doubt.

And, yes,
some Germans will die.
Yes, it will ruin the evening.

And, yes, Goebbels will be
very, very, very mad at you

for what you've done
to his big night.

But you won't get Hitler,
you won't get Goebbels,

you won't get Göring,
and you won't get Bormann.

And you need all four
to end the war.

But if I don't pick up
this phone right here,

you may very well
get all four.

And if you get all four,
you end the war

tonight.

So, gentlemen,

let's discuss the prospect
of ending the war tonight.

So, the way I see it,

since Hitler's death
or possible rescue rests
solely on my reaction,

if I do nothing,

it's as if
I'm causing his death
even more than yourselves.

Wouldn't you agree?

I guess so.

How about you,
Utivich?

I guess so, too.

Gentlemen,
I have no intention

of killing Hitler and killing
Goebbels and killing Göring
and killing Bormann,

not to mention winning
the war single-handedly
for the Allies,

only later
to find myself standing
before a Jewish tribunal.

If you want to win
the war tonight,

we have to make a deal.

What kind of deal?

The kind you wouldn't
have the authority to make.

However, I'm sure
this mission of yours has
a commanding officer.

A general.

I'm betting for...

OSS would be my guess.

(EXCLAIMS)

That's a bingo!

Is that the way you say it?
"That's a bingo."

You just say, "Bingo."

Bingo! How fun.

But I digress.
Where were we?
Yeah! Make a deal.

Over there is a very capable
two-way radio
and sitting behind it

is a more than capable
radio operator named Hermann.

Get me someone
on the other end
of that radio

with the power of the pen
to authorize my,

let's call it,
the terms of my
conditional surrender.

If that tastes better
going down.

You know,
where I'm from...

Yeah?
Where is that exactly?

Maynardville,
Tennessee.

I've done my share
of bootlegging.

Up there, if you engage
in what the federal government
calls illegal activity,

but what we call just a man
trying to make a living
for his family

selling moonshine liquor,
it behooves oneself
to keep his wits.

Long story short,
we hear a story
too good to be true,

it ain't.

Sitting in your chair,
I would probably
say the same thing,

and 999.999 times
out of a million,
you would be correct.

But in the pages of history,
every once in a while,

fate reaches out
and extends its hand.

What shall
the history books read?

(PEOPLE ON FILM SHOUTING)

(PEOPLE ON FILM SHOUTING)

(GUNFIRE)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SCREAMING)

MAN: I implore you.
We must destroy that tower.

Sarge, that tower…

MAN: The tower stands!

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Psst! Psst!

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(GUNFIRE)

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

HANS: So when
the military history
of this night is written,

it will be recorded
that I was part
of Operation Kino

from the very beginning
as a double agent.

Anything I've done
in my guise
as an SS Colonel

was sanctioned by the OSS
as a necessary evil

to establish my cover
with the Germans.

And it was my placement
of Lieutenant Raine's
dynamite

in Hitler and Goebbels'
opera box that
assured their demise.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

By the way,
that last part
is actually true.

I want my full
military pension and benefits
under my proper rank.

I want to receive
the Congressional
Medal of Honor

for my invaluable assistance
in the toppling
of the Third Reich.

In fact,
I want all the members
of Operation Kino

to receive the
Congressional Medal of Honor.

Full citizenship for myself.
Well, that goes
without saying.

And I would like
the United States of America

to purchase property for me
on Nantucket Island

as a reward for all
the countless lives
I've saved

by bringing the tyranny
of the National
Socialist Party

to a swifter-than-imagined
end. Do you have
all that, sir?

I look forward to seeing you
face to face as well, sir.

Lieutenant Raine?
Right here.

Yes, sir.

GENERAL: Colonel Landa will
put you and Private Utivich
in a truck as prisoners.

Then he and his radio operator
will get in the truck
and drive to our lines.

Upon crossing our lines,
Colonel Landa and his man
will surrender to you.

You will then take over
driving of the truck

and bring them straight
to me for debriefing.
Is that clear, Lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

Over and out.

(GUNFIRE)

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(CHIMING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SIGHS)

(GUNFIRE ON FILM)

(GROANS)

(MOANS)

(SCREAMS)

When I kill that guy,
you got 30 feet
to get to that guard.

- Can you do it?
-I have to.

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Champagne?

(GUNSHOT)

(SCREAMING)

(LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Who wants to send
a message to Germany?

I have a message
for Germany.

That you are
all going to die.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

And I want you to look deep
into the face of the Jew
who’s going to do it!

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Marcel, burn it down.

Oui, Shosanna.

(LAUGHING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

My name
is Shosanna Dreyfus,

and this is the face

of Jewish vengeance.

(SHOSANNA LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

HANS: Hermann,
uncuff them.

I'm officially surrendering
myself over to you,
Lieutenant Raine.

We’re your prisoners.

How about my knife?

(CHUCKLES)

Thank you very much,
Colonel.

Utivich, cuff
the Colonel's hands
behind his back.

Is that really
necessary?

I'm a slave
to appearances.

(GUNSHOT)

Scalp Hermann.

Are you mad?

What have you done?

I made a deal
with your general
for that man's life!

Yeah, they made that deal.
But they don't give a fuck
about him. They need you.

You'll be shot for this!

Nah, I don't think so.
More like chewed out.
I've been chewed out before.

You know, Utivich and myself
heard that deal you made
with the brass.

End the war tonight?

I'd make that deal.

How about you, Utivich?
You make that deal?

I'd make that deal.

I don't blame you.
Damn good deal.

And that pretty little nest
you feathered for yourself.

Well, if you're
willing to barbecue
the whole High Command,

I suppose that's worth
certain considerations.

But I do have
one question.

When you get
to your little place
on Nantucket Island,

I imagine you are going to
take off that handsome-looking
SS uniform of yours.

Ain't you?

That's what I thought.

Now, that I can't abide.

How about you, Utivich,
can you abide it?

Not one damn bit, sir.

I mean,
if I had my way,

you'd wear that
goddamn uniform for the rest
of your pecker-sucking life.

But I'm aware
that ain't practical.

I mean, at some point,
you're going to have
to take it off.

So,

I'm going to give you
a little something
you can't take off.

(HANS SCREAMING)

You know something,
Utivich?

I think this just might be
my masterpiece.