All language subtitles for Hogans Heroes S03E11 Is General Hammerschlag Burning_prob4.eng

How you doing, pal?

Greetings from
Paris, mon colonel.

You're a long way from home,
Dubois. Sit down.

Well, we need assistance.

Lafayette, we are here.
LeBeau, get him coffee.

- Put something in it, huh?
- What year?

Well, in Paris we have a problem.
A real problem.

The impossible
we do immediately.

We have trouble
with the easy ones.

This is not easy.

You know of
General Hammerschlag?

Commander of the Paris garrison.

He has drawn up
a master plan for

the defence of
Paris by the Boche.

- We must have that plan.
- You think it's that important?

When the Allies
reach Paris in force,

the Germans will
pull out. Like that.

That is not what concerns us,
LeBeau.

When Paris can no longer
be defended,

Hitler has ordered it to be
blown up. To the last building.

Not even the Germans.
Blow up Paris?

Unless we stop them.

Hammerschlag's
plan has the exact

location of every
stick of dynamite.

Would be handy to have.

We should be able to get to him
but we cannot.

- An Achilles' heel?
- A mystic.

Wants to part the
veil of the future.

Seeks guidance from the ghost
of Prince Bismarck.

Sounds like our type fella.

There is a woman at Le Bal
Africain. Kumasa, a singer.

We believe she has some sort
of influence on Hammerschlag.

But she has repulsed
all our tries at contact.

But you have checked her out?

Allied intelligence
has been most helpful.

Although she passes in Paris
as African,

she is actually American.

American, good.

Glad you came to us, Dubois.
This is what we do best.

- LeBeau, you're coming with me.
- Right.

Newkirk, Carter, Kinch,
you stay here and cover for us.

- All right.
- What do we do about Klink?

| guess it would be safest
if he came along with us.

Dubois, we'll leave tomorrow,
is that enough time?

Well, Colonel Hogan, there
is a slight misunderstanding

about the reason I came here.

You came to have us
take over the mission.

What else could you come for?

Well, Allied intelligence gave us
a possible contact with Kumasa.

A man she went to high
school with in the United States

is a prisoner in Stalag 13.

You came here just to get him?

Sergeant Kinchloe.

- Well.
- Kinch, you lucky dog, Paris.

And he's not even French.

Paris, boy. The Eiffel Tower.

Kinch, I'm very happy for you.

Why don't you
come along, colonel?

As my guest.

Well, thanks.

Schultz.
Get in here on the double, quick.

Colonel, what is it?
An escape? A riot?

Schultz, prepare the staff car.
Your commandant has been chosen

German soldier of the month.

And we are driving to Paris
for me to enjoy my prize.

Is there another Colonel Klink,
Herr Commandant?

What are you talking about?

This club in Paris,
Le Bal Africain,

very big, very
important, I'm sure,

is awarding me
this all-expense weekend.

Champagne, lodging, beautiful
girls, to look at of course.

For my excellent work in Stalag
13. And you are driving me.

Then I am also
the German soldier of the month.

You are a big bungler that I
do not trust out of my sight.

Now get ready,
we leave in two hours.

- Schultz.
- I'm going, Herr Commandant.

Sorry, colonel.
Now we can't make an omelette

without breaking
eggs, now can we?

That's why I look like
a French omelette.

Why can't Kinch be the busboy
and let me be the doorman.

Bad casting, colonel.
Bad, bad casting.

Besides those are the two jobs
the underground could arrange

to have open at the club.

| mean, you heard Dubois
make the call, sir.

Yeah, I know. I know.

Just off-balance about this whole
operation. I can't get with it.

Well, it ain't exactly downhill
for me either, colonel.

| don't know if this chick
is gonna remember me.

She was kind of a high-roller
in high school.

| wasn't in her league at all.

She'll remember you.
Who could forget?

Sure, you didn't have
the moustache then.

It makes all the difference.
Marvellous thing, really.

| don't even know if I want her
to remember me.

Sounds like her best friend now
is a German general.

- Schultz is coming.
- All right, carry on.

Colonel Hogan.

Colonel Hogan,
you will never guess.

Try me.

| know it is so incredible

that not in your life
are you going to guess.

- Guess.
- You're going to Paris.

Yes, I'm going to Paris.

You guessed.

We've always been honest
with each other,

now give it to me straight,
what do you think of this outfit?

How did you know
that I was going to Paris?

We're going with you.
Answer the question.

No, you're not going
to go with us. Not again.

Not on the roof
of the staff car.

Right, we'll let Klink
ride on the roof.

Oh, Colonel Hogan, please...

What is he wearing?

What are you wearing?

It's the latest thing
from Paris, Schultz.

What about something for you.
Maybe sequins on your helmet.

| must report this,
Colonel Hogan. | must.

Okay, Schultz. Suit yourself.

Thing is you're
gonna have to explain

how you let us
go along last time.

| did not. Colonel Hogan, please.

| plead with you.

Do not spoil the great honour

that has been paid
to Commandant Klink.

You will never guess.

He's been chosen
German soldier of the month.

You guessed. How do you know?

We chose him.

| see nothing.

| know nothing.

| hear nothing.

Herr Commandant, Le Bal Africain.

Schultz, you announce me.

Never mind. I'll announce myself.

- Pardon.
- The club is closed.

My fellow, I'm Commandant Klink.

Yes?

German soldier of the month?
All-expense weekend in Paris?

The club is closed.

Here, I have a letter.

- Obviously, a forgery.
- This could not be.

Look, if I could just see
Mademoiselle Kumasa.

Mademoiselle Kumasa speaks to
no one below the rank of general.

General, yes, of course.
| realise your position

- but if I could just...
- The club is closed.

Good day to you, sir.

Anything wrong, Herr Commandant?

Everything is wrong, Schultz.

| know them. Both of them.

From somewhere.

Do I know them, Schultz?

These Frenchmen, Herr Commandant,
they all look alike.

I'm beginning to
get a good feeling

about this for the first time.

The way we handled Klink?

Yeah. Had that old Stalag
13 touch, like the water bit.

If I'd hit him in the face with
it, it would have been too much.

As it was, it felt
right, just right.

But the real trouble
may be in there.

Come on, we're rolling now.
She'll fall at your feet.

- Let's go.
- Us, colonel?

Yeah, I can't talk to her alone.

No, sir.

| just thought it might be better
if I went in first.

Yeah, you're right.
My timing is still off.

- |'ll wait.
- Yes, sir.

| mean, I could mop the floor.

Mademoiselle, your new doorman
reporting for duty.

Oh, what happened
to the last one?

An indisposition,
but only temporary.

You're quite a change
from what he was.

And you're quite a change
from Carol Dukes.

Don't tell me.

Well, you're out of uniform
and a long way from home.

- Ivan Kinchloe.
- Well, that's pretty good.

| didn't think you knew my name
in high school.

Oh, but I had a thing for
you, shy boy. Didn't you know?

| wish I had.

So, what is this?
You put on that funny suit

just so we could talk
about old times in Detroit?

Well, not exactly.

- Calvados?
- Thanks. It might help.

To old times. May
they never return.

It's not likely.

So now, tell me
just what it is you want.

Well, quite a bit.

And what is in it for me?

Very little.

Forget it.

We need the
defence plans to Paris.

We need you to help us get them.

And you wanna use me
to get to Hammerschlag?

- That's about it.
- That's about it.

Well, what makes you think...?

What makes you think
you can walk in here

and casually ask
me to jeopardise

everything I've
built all my life?

Even risk my life, for what?

What?

You'll have to fill
that one in yourself.

For a country that gave me
nothing. And I mean not a thing.

Okay.

Apparently, I can't compete
with a Nazi general.

He's a pig,
but he gives my club protection.

If I could get him in touch
with the ghost of Bismarck

he'd give me Paris.

And what's wrong with that?

What is wrong
with looking after number one?

Nothing.
Sounds like everything is great.

What're you getting
defensive about?

You would be a fool to trust me.

You know that.

Staff car outside.
Looks like Hammerschlag.

- Where do we stand?
- Nowhere.

Is that right?

| haven't made up my mind yet.

So you can either stick around
for the ride

or you can run right back
where you came from.

Colonel?

Well, I haven't been right
about anything yet.

Let's stick around.

- General von Hammerschlag.
- My dear, Kumasa. You may go.

General, may I present
my new doorman and my...

Busboy.
A mute, general, unfortunately.

- But a most unusual man.
- Most interesting. Go.

Yes, of course, general,
and our congratulations.

Why congratulations?

Well, concerning
Prince Bismarck.

- Come, come.
- Wait.

| believe you mentioned the name
of Prince Bismarck.

What about Prince Bismarck?

Well, general...

General,
Kumasa has found that this man,

in the proper hypnotic state,

talks directly with the shade
of Prince Bismarck.

But he is a mute, you said.

Most fascinating.
He is, a French mute.

But under hypnosis,
his former self emerges.

An American of a past century.

| do not believe it.

Kumasa, you remember,
the prince seemed most interested

- in the general's career.
- You mentioned none of this.

Oh, it's all been most recent.
Look at him.

Obviously, a man
of limited intelligence.

Observe the eyes,
how close together.

And yet in the spirit world,
the intimate of princes.

| would like to know more.

Perhaps next week.

Tonight.

We will try, if
Kumasa is willing.

Oh, I wouldn't miss it.

After her performance then.

Agreed.

Remarkable.

The general will bring the plans.

- What plans?
- Oh, did I not mention?

Prince Bismarck was most anxious
to see your plans

for the defence of Paris.
As one professional to another.

- They must not leave my office.
- As you Say.

Of course Prince Bismarck
may be quite angry.

We...

- We shall see.
- Excellent. Excellent.

I'll see the general to the door.

Why did you have to
make me a mute?

So you hate my French accent.

What do you think
she's talking to him about?

Selling us out, maybe.
Maybe not. Who knows?

It's a cinch I don't.

And what's wrong with my eyes?

They're beautiful,
colonel. Beautiful.

Forget it.

Darling, je vous aime beaucoup
Je ne sais pas what to do

You know you've completely
stolen mon coeur

Morning, noon and night-time too
Toujours, wondering what to do

Darling, je vous aime beaucoup
| love you, yes, I do

Dear, you know my love for you
ls trés tres fort

Wish my French were good enough
I'd tell you so much more

But I hope that you compris
All the things you mean to me

Darling, je vous aime beaucoup
| love you

| love you

| love you, yes, I do

She's just finishing.
Have we got our signals straight?

I've got the dummy
plans right here.

We make the switch
during the seance.

I'll pass the real
plans out through

the dressing room
window to Dubois.

Oui, then I take
them on my bicycle

to where we are going
to microfilm them.

And then I bring them back here.
Not more than ten minutes, huh?

And then we switch them
back again and that's it.

Sound all right to you, Kinch?

It's gonna be fine,
colonel, just fine.

I believe it.

- I really believe it.
- What about the woman?

| wish you hadn't
brought that up.

Enter, general, enter. The
spirit world is alive tonight.

We shall have
excellent communication.

Good, come.

- Where?
- To my Office.

The plans are still in my safe.

But, general,
the spiritual vibrations here...

They will vibrate
just as well elsewhere.

My staff car is waiting.

We shall go.

Excellent.

- We're in luck.
- Are you sure, Herr Commandant?

General Hammerschlag's car.
He's a friend, an old friend.

He'll straighten
things out in no time.

Oh, that would be very nice.

General Hammerschlag.

General Hammerschlag,
Colonel Wilhelm Klink.

Do you remember me
in the war college?

When I was a colonel and the
general was a first lieutenant?

No, I do not.

Of course I
understand completely.

- The general. Follow us.
- A man of your responsibilities.

If I were in your position,
| wouldn't remember me either.

Good, there's nothing else?

No, nothing at all, except
a slight problem has arisen

over my being chosen
German soldier of the month.

You?

In recognition of my work
as commandant of Stalag 13.

The keeper of a jail is now
German soldier of the month?

It does seem
ridiculous, doesn't it?

What are we coming to?

Oh, it's wonderful to see the
general again. Just wonderful.

The general straightened out
the difficulty?

He was jealous of me, Schultz,
always jealous.

That's the mark of a small man.

You will make yourselves
comfortable.

| will get the plans.

- Any sign of Dubois?
- He'll be here.

It's gonna take longer to get
the stuff microfilmed from here.

You cats amaze me. You really do.

You stand here
talking about this thing

like you're actually
gonna pull it off.

- Keep the faith, baby.
- Something wrong?

Oh, nothing. It's
just impossible.

How do you know
| haven't sold you out already?

That has occurred to us.

And what's in it for you? Money?

Medals?

Oh, they're gonna give you
the key to the city

if you ever get back to Detroit?

| doubt that rather strongly.

Then why?

Colonel,
is that guy coming back yet?

I'll let you know.
I'm a mute anyway.

Okay, we've just got time
for the short course.

Most people go through life
kind of semi-embalmed.

Maybe they like it.
But you're in a spot now

where you gotta take a position.

Either you turn
us in, or join up.

Now you don't understand us.
That's not necessary for now.

Hammerschlag you can understand,
real good.

So you just ask
yourself a question.

Do you wanna spend
the rest of your life

in a Hammerschlag kind of world?

He's coming.

Keep the faith, baby.

- Here?
- No, you will sit here.

You, here.
Please lower the lights.

And the window must be open
exactly four inches.

You will watch the mute closely,
general.

Under my guidance,
he will return

to what he was
before reincarnation.

An American of the last century.

A man who talks freely with
the shade of the great Bismarck.

You will watch my hands.

You will shut out everything
but my hands.

My hands are commanding
your eyes to close.

When you awake,
you will see no one.

You will be free to
talk to your friend.

Otto?

You will prepare yourself.

The entry of the Prince
is sometimes violent.

Otto!

What Otto? Otto,
you old horse thief.

- He is here.
- Yes, now they will talk.

- No, really?
- What are they talking about?

Family, friends.

The weather. Who knows?

What do you think of the war?

Incompetent.

| agree, thoroughly incompetent.

He's not fit to command
a platoon, | agree.

- Who are they talking about?
- Their favourite subject.

The man's even a
bad paper hanger.

Not the Fuhrer.

They talk of him by the hour.

But my office may have
a listening device.

You must stop them.

One cannot control the spirits.

And the generals
who go along with him.

Toads. Toads all of them.

What would you
do in their position?

Take him out and shoot him?

Stalingrad, classic
bit of bungling. Classic.

Over half an hour they have
been maligning the Fuhrer.

This cannot go on.
You must do something.

Otto as...

Yeah, let's change the subject.

Do you think they can hold on
to Paris, Otto?

Could you possibly suggest
that the Prince look at my plan?

| think he is doing it now.

You think what, Otto?
You think that's a plan?

You wouldn't change an item?

It'll never work, never.

| don't care if you were
chancellor of Germany.

What have you done recently?

What did you call me, Otto?

What?

All right, put them up, Otto.

You are awake.

You will return.

Guard them well, general.

Apparently they
are most valuable.

Thank you.

| would check them, general,
before I put them into the safe.

That was my intention.

Remarkable,
that Bismarck would talk to him.

Why wouldn't he talk to me?

Dubois get away all right?

Yeah, I guess he
got away. All right...

I'll go back and talk to Otto.

Yes, come in.

Just stopped in to
welcome you back.

That's very kind of you, Hogan.
Dismissed.

Just between you and me. How
was Paris? All they say it is?

- Hogan, dismissed.
- You can tell me, commandant.

| bet you cut a wide swath.

Good-looking
German colonel, single

and soldier of the month, wow.

- Hogan.
- Just one little incident

to bring back to the men. They've
all been putting themselves

in the place of their commandant,
prowling the streets of Paris.

Well, for a man in my position,

there were
opportunities, of course.

Start with your arrival, sir.

The showgirls pouring out
in the street, like that?

There were a few.
Four or five. Or eight.

Later, there were more.

- And then...
- Colonel Hogan!

Excuse me, Herr Commandant.

| told Colonel Hogan
not to disturb you

after the miserable time
you had in Paris.

- I told him.
- I'll be running along.

Hogan.

Schultz, give Hogan three days
in the cooler.

And put yourself in with him.

- But what did I do?
- Out.

You showed up
at the wrong time, Schultz.

- I'd have given you a month.
- Out!